My work, My life

I work for a firm which has a network of supermarkets in Sevastopol. Now there are 8 supermarkets. Three years I worked in the department of CASS of management. I was engaged in the conduct of reference books of commodities in a database. After a quarrel with the chief of department I went away. I shopped around in other places. But went back into a that firm, in other department :). I thought, I needed to be here not long, I will work with the acquainted people and use the old knowledges. But new speciality kills me! I must check up the results of taking of inventory of commodity in supermarkets. I must be wicked, I must disbelieve people, I must search their errors, and I must punish them. Hardness to work so to the man which trusts people. I stand, I wait an answer from USCIS, and I have a hope. I soon will leave from here. Is there sense to search other work? On Saturdays I work as a cashier in a supermarket, for additional earnings. I am a good cashier :). But work of cashier is paid little, it is a fag for my back, and there I will be cut from the Internet. I stand therefore.
My day. I rise about 7 AM. Ksusha and I going ride in kindergarten on a bus. Then I ride on work in an office in other end of city. I begin to work in 9 AM (a road to the workplace makes about 1-1,5 hour). Two times in a week I rise in 6 AM, before to ride in supermarkets for verification. I return home in 6-7 PM. I have два-три hour for home businesses and for children :(. Oh, I forgot to say, almost every day I wash clothes hands in the morning or in the evening, it very tiresomely.
Reading it, you will understand easily, why ordinary people here smile rarely. I am an optimist, but also my optimism tests the serious loading in this life. I earn about 300 dollars in a month. My sister has very little more. We bring in rent for an apartment 400 $. Will you be able so to live? We live :). But I do not have time to study to English, when I live so.
Greatest gladness it is children, and our future with a new dad in America :).
Greatest grief it мама-алкоголик, it lives in a mud flow, in a house more senior 100 years, not having comforts, and not having a desire to live :(.