I remembered a story about a decade ago. I was a young green engineer. And the director of the fashion factory appeared - every Friday after lunch he was gathering an extended meeting (a man for 30-40 participants), and for two or three hours he was fucking his brains about why everything was so bad. My boss was dragged there, and even me, because he and I led a very promising development for the factory.



Then another meeting. The director travelled through a bunch of services, then stumbled off on marketing, and summarizing, he said, saying, "to deprive the marketing of the premium! “” The guys from the marketing were drastically submerged - they had prizes for a significant portion of their salary. Some of them said something about us, the designers. Director, not stopping - "and the designers also deprive the prize! “” My boss right from the place, the director, “Let you go! “” The director shrinks, and says, “A statement to me on the table! “” The boss, not thinking long, takes an A4 sheet, writes a statement at his own request, and throws it to the director. There are 30 witnesses, I recall. The director took the statement, twisted his hands, then somehow confusedly and quietly said, saying, "well, they both got hot, it happens," made the statement, and returned the leaflet back. Since then, we have been invited to these meetings only when we could not do without us.