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A child in the world of adults. Stories about professions
How Sasha found out what a post office is
My name is Sasha. I'm almost seven years old, so my parents treat me like an adult. I often help them in various matters. One day, my mother and I went to send a parcel for my grandmother. My grandmother lives in another city. I rarely see her, but I love her very much. For her birthday we decided to send her a down scarf. Let him warm his grandmother in the cold!
In the morning mom said:
- Son, today we will go with you to send a parcel to the main post office
. From there she will get to her grandmother sooner.
- Where where? - I asked. - Which post office
? I was at the post office, but I didn’t hear anything about the post office.
“That’s good,” my mother answered cheerfully, “we’ll send the parcel and introduce you to the post office.”
I had to take a minibus to get to the main post office, since it was located in the city center. This is more convenient for all citizens. First of all, I was surprised by the large, multi-story post office building. I immediately understood why this was the main post office of the city.
Seeing my surprise, my mother said:
“I see, son, you were surprised at such a large building.” This is our main city post office. All post offices located in different areas of the city are subordinate to the Post Office. In our city there is one main post office, and in Moscow, for example, there is also a military one
post office, and
international
.
post
near the railway . There are even field and polar post offices.
— Why does the post office need such a big building? - I asked my mother. - After all, the post office on our street occupies only a few rooms.
“The post office,” my mother explained, “is not just a post office.” It provides citizens with all postal services. Here you can send and receive letters, parcels, parcels, telegrams, postal orders, make long-distance or international phone calls, subscribe to the desired magazine or newspaper, buy postcards, envelopes, mailboxes, and stamps. It is very convenient when all services are provided in one place. Let's go inside the post office and you will see everything for yourself.
When we entered, I was even more surprised. Mom led me into a large hall in which there were many people. Some sat comfortably on soft sofas, waiting for their turn. Others stood near some stands. Mom drew my attention to the computer, which was located right at the entrance to the hall. Everyone who entered selected the type of postal service and received a special coupon
, which had a number on it.
At first I didn’t understand what these coupons were for, but then I saw a large illuminated board
(special shield). The numbers of coupons and postal operators lit up on it. This is how a man sits on a sofa, reads a newspaper, and then sees his number and goes to the designated operator. No need to stand in line or be nervous. There are so many postal operators that the queue moves quickly. Even people with poor eyesight have not been forgotten. The numbers of coupons and operators are announced over the loudspeaker.
- Great idea! - I exclaimed. - Otherwise, we have only two operators at the post office and there is not enough space on the chairs for everyone, so people get tired and their mood deteriorates.
I also noticed that each telecom operator
your computer. The operator must enter all data on postal items into it. People put only simple letters directly into the mailbox, which was also located in the hall. I was surprised that some sent a whole stack of letters, and the operator spent a long time entering data about them into the computer.
—Who do they write so much to? - I asked my mother.
“And this is correspondence between enterprises and organizations,” my mother answered, “that’s why there are so many letters.” Documents and business papers are sent to them.
I stood and thought about how all these mountains of letters were then processed. Is this really done manually? Mom definitely couldn’t answer this question for me. Then we approached the free operator and asked her. The operator's name was Olga Sergeevna. We learned about this from the badge (card) on her blouse. Olga Sergeevna was surprised by the little boy’s question, and she answered it with pleasure. It turns out that telecom operators process written correspondence using letter sorting machines
.
They distribute letters and postcards to addresses. In one pile are those that will then be delivered by postal transport, for example, to Moscow, in the other - those that will fly, for example, to the North. And then there are stamping, address printing
and
printing machines
, which are also operated by telecom operators. With the help of these machines, the operator can quickly stamp letters (seal with the post office address and date of dispatch) of the post office, print the address or reproduce the necessary documents.
Olga Sergeevna proudly added:
— Modern post offices have a lot of different equipment that helps us in our work. For example, money transfers can now be sent by email
.
We have faxes and copy machines. More than twenty thousand public Internet access points have been opened throughout the country. So the post office now employs programmers
and
electromechanics
. Electronic equipment must be serviced.
We thanked Olga Sergeevna for the conversation and went to another, smaller room. Here only parcels and parcels were received and sent. And again I was surprised. If at our post office the operators carried packed parcels and parcels manually, then at the post office the parcel was delivered to a special room by a conveyor in the form of a moving belt.
- And who then lays out all these parcels and parcels? — I asked the telecom operator. What are you doing at night? When do you sleep?
“Fortunately, my dear, I sleep at night,” the operator answered with a smile. — And sorters are engaged in sorting parcels and packages.
They do it manually. Can you imagine how much work they have! After all, parcels can be heavy.
We quickly sent the parcel to my grandmother and went to the telephone department. Mom said that at large post offices there are often departments with many booths in which people talk on the phone. Over the speakerphone, the operator announced who should go into which booth. And again I noticed that it is very convenient for visitors.
In the courtyard of the post office I noticed a car into which large bags were being loaded.
- What kind of car is this? - I asked my mother. - And what is loaded into it?
Mom said that postal items must be packed in special bags so that they do not get wet, tear, get dirty or get lost. On each such bag it is indicated which city these postal items are from and where they should be delivered. Cars deliver cargo to mail trains or planes. This is how it reaches all corners of our vast country and other countries.
I thought about it. How much important work the post office workers do! What responsibility lies on their shoulders! They are responsible not only for their own work, but also for the work of other post offices. This is probably very difficult. After all, each of us wants his letter, parcel or parcel to be sent on time and delivered to its destination. Since then, I have become even more respectful of the work of postal workers. I also wanted to do something necessary and important for people.
Questions
● Where did mother and son go? For what? How is the post office different from other post offices? What features of the appearance of the post office did Sasha see?
● What types of post offices do you remember? Why does the post office need a large building?
● What surprised Sasha when he and his mother entered the post office building?
● Why do visitors receive a ticket with a number? How will visitors know which operator to approach at what time?
● Why do telecom operators need computers? What machines help telecom operators in their work?
● What type of sending letters and messages is the fastest?
● What are the names of postal workers who service email?
● Why do you need a long-distance and international telephone?
● Which machine helps operators send packages and packages from the receiving area to the storage area?
● Which postal workers sort parcels and packages? Why do you need to sort letters, postcards, parcels and parcels?
● What did Sasha learn about sending mail from the post office?
● Why did Sasha want to do something necessary and important for people?
Vocabulary work:
post office, main post office, scoreboard, coupon, letter sorting machines, stamping machines, address printing machines, printing and duplicating machines, programmer, e-mail, sorters, military post office, railway post office, international post office, telecom operator, sorter, electromechanic.
Journalism instead of medicine
Lena Avdeeva
Chelyabinsk
I chose my profession back in seventh grade. Now the reason for this seems very ridiculous: I loved the “Star Factory” and wanted to host programs “like Yana Churikova.” My relatives were calm about this, because I was only 13 years old.
So I started going to the local press center, where I wrote news items and reports for a youth newspaper. Of course, it wasn’t much like working as a TV presenter, but I liked it.
In the ninth grade, my family breathed a sigh of relief when I chose biology instead of literature for the OGE. Apparently, everyone thought that I wanted to become a doctor. In fact, I just thought that biology would be easier to pass.
Natural sciences were so easy that my biology teacher even predicted that I would go to medical school. When I told her in tenth grade that I still planned to be a journalist, she was very disappointed. My family also received the news with hostility: I had no relatives with a creative profession, and journalism was considered something frivolous.
Grandfather was the most indignant. His main argument against it sounded like this: “There are only a few people like Malakhov, but do you want to write articles for 10 thousand in a regional circulation?”
My mother and aunt were on my side. They both studied economics at the insistence of their accountant grandmother and were unhappy that they did not realize their own dreams. As a result, I was allowed to make my own choice, and I entered the journalism department of SUSU. I think an additional argument for my family in favor of journalism was the cost of education: in 2011 it was one of the most inexpensive faculties.
After university, I worked for four years on city cable TV: I was a correspondent, presenter, and worked on the website and social networks. I liked it because every day there was something new and interesting. And, despite the workload, there was still a lot of free time, which I spent on freelancing. At first I made advertising articles, then I got a job at the DTF editorial office and wrote longreads about cinema. And since last year I have been working remotely in the commercial editorial office of Lifehacker.
Information technology instead of radio engineering
Alexey Ponomar
Ulyanovsk
Since childhood, I loved computers and wanted to do something close to this area, so I planned to enter the Faculty of Information Systems and Technologies of Ulyanovsk State Technical University. There were no other options to get into IT in 1998.
There was high competition at the faculty, and all my relatives tried to persuade me to apply elsewhere. Somewhere where I “will definitely go” because I “don’t know what I need.” At the family council they decided to send me to the energy department, and I submitted documents there. Then my parents changed their minds and forced me to reapply for radio engineering. I listened to them and did it really easily: I scored enough points, but there was a big shortage in the faculty that year.
On the very first day of school, I was invited to take an entrance test to a group with in-depth study of English, which then existed - attention - at the IT Faculty. I handled it easily and ended up where I wanted from the very beginning.
The educational process in some places did not at all meet my expectations. Some things didn’t work out during my studies, and some things were not interesting to me personally. Very late, I realized that I had missed my specialty: the faculty was IT, but the department was instrument engineering. She dealt with hardware problems, and I was interested in software and was well versed in it.
But I have never regretted my choice. First of all, because in the end he made it himself.
I worked in my graduate specialty for about eight months. They promised me a good salary only after three years, but I didn’t want to wait that long. He got a job at an Ulyanovsk energy sales company, where he worked as a programmer for six years. And then he left to do Lifehacker.
15 years after graduating from university, I spoke to applicants and first-year students and saw a familiar situation: they were still under pressure from teachers and parents.
The prospective student is often disoriented and does not understand that this is a choice that will determine his future. It’s better to do it yourself, and the opinions of everyone else should, at best, be taken into account.
I love my university and faculty very much. My student years were difficult, but at the same time, for me they became a time of growing up and becoming a person.
