My colleague is a woman about forty years old. Behaves about like all the heroines of the anecdotes about the blonde together (the first couple of weeks was funny, then it became scary: she really doesn't joke!). In general, for her eyes, she is called - our blonde, although she is quite a chaten.

In general, our blonde again dampened something, this is discussed in the cigarette. One of my colleagues, without much hope:

Let’s tell her that these are still jokes, not instructions!