Jana Suchárová

Silvia, a shop saleswoman, appreciated her older colleague Janka.

I knew it, I knew it, Silvia was looking forward to the cash register and watching a surprised colleague who was worried about coming out of the warehouse. She wasn’t angry, just busy, ’cause there’s always something to do in the store. Especially if your colleague falls out for four months due to illness. It is necessary to add goods to the shelves, to carry it from the ramp to the warehouse, to check if the drivers dropped out, what they should have done while doing various paperwork. All this needs to be served by customers, answering a thousand questions and not every customer of the store is a pleasant visit.

He’s coming here with one of those talkative things that still has stupid innuendos. He’ll come three times a day and he’ll be wise,’ says Jana. Happily, on the other hand, the shop has more permanent visitors that it likes to see.

They’re nice, decent and funny. She likes to smile at customers, but some look at her smile suspiciously, as if they think she just wants to smile and fool them.
Hobbies don’t grow much, because they get tired of work and they’re out of energy. But he goes to watch his grandchildren, two girls, and two boys. That’s her sweetest hobby. He remembers trips with them to his mother in Brez’s under Bradlom. He complains that he does not know what to bake and cook, for modern children are said to have disastrous silent tongues. Classic buns don’t owe them a girl anymore. There is no goulash, segedin or cuttings in the course. They would like all sorts of specialties. What we’ve gone crazy about, doesn’t mean anything to them anymore. Then he apologizes and goes to the customer’s shelves because he’s the primary.