XXX: I go to work after yesterday’s walk. The chef looks at me for a few seconds, then goes to his office, returns with a cup of cognac and says, “Pay.”
I would have such a boss.
XXX: It’s not all! After that, he takes the drink, looks at me already in disgrace, nods his head and says, “At work and under the grade... Oh, you’t be a good specialist – you would have fired the napig... To come in the right shape tomorrow! Free!" - unfolds and hides in his office under the blind eyes of colleagues. Five minutes later, when I am happy with life, I get home from him by SMS, a GREAT SMILE comes! I am 58 years old!!! to
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! The Beautiful!
In those moments I understand why I am still working in this office.