Somehow a specialist from another unit came to us with an urgent note and a demand to give up everything and execute it immediately. The service was not registered in the office and not signed by the general. Knowing that this specialist is a flamboyant and inclined woman, she was rejected extremely correctly and the service was not accepted.

In three seconds, it turned into a hurricane - it erupted with threats and blasphemy. She described our department and all of us in bright, memorable colours, among which the epithetes: "dirty lazy" and "polished pockets" were the most harmless. Apparently rushing to the continuation, she rested a little, and was already preparing to courageously reflect something equally unpleasant to her.

But in the response from our boss she heard a quiet and calm:

Go out! You are not happy here.

The sad went away.