Olli: We have an investment committee several times a week. The merchants say we want to give inets to Zeus. Technicians say - to build the optics to Olympus will cost 4 lambs plus 2 cups of wine, plus you need overseas equipment to purchase
Olli: And they make this a package of documents in a certain time.
True, only in my dreams.
Olli: In fact, they call an hour before the meeting and say - it is urgent to bring out projects and connect Zeus, Loki and Nefertiti, they have already sent caravans with wine and pergaments signed.
Olli: for an hour I panic check projects, in each a bunch of shortcomings, and I begin to hit the head: state-batyushka, head of technicians, make you fuck your fucking project at least once normal.
“These fucking people are five people, and they don’t put me in the shit.
Olli: In the end, I wrote a letter to them, mol, you flattered. Only without matts and the Main in the copy put. And the technicians even have the password "Dartanyan" in Exel, because according to their version they are Dartanyans, and all the others are Piddars.