Day-Off of the Guardian Angel
(All coincidences are coincidental)

The events occurred in the year when the site was popular with anecdotes about "Russian doping athletes" and "Russian aggression in Georgia".

In the night I dreamed of my Guardian Angel. He looked a little guilty.
You, this... tomorrow don’t do anything! He proceeded AH.
I don’t understand, is something wrong with you? I cleverly parked.
Everything is OK. Only one of us recently dropped and went for promotion. It will be in the third hill.Zagse Cupid battle. Tomorrow is out. You will be without my cover for 12 hours. We will go with the boys and go back to drink.
How do I go on?
No at all. You move from 9 to 21 and that’s all. Do not go out of the house, do not approach the plate. Do not repair electricity. Yes to! Do not eat unfamiliar foods.
and disappeared.

I woke up at 8 in the morning. My wife slept quietly and I went to wash. Everything was on the way and even the water was not turned off. Only a rubbed toothbrush with ultrasound and irrigation did not work. Following AH’s advice, he replaced the traditional egg + coffee with yesterday’s toasts with orange juice. It’s hungry, but life is more expensive.
Not wanting to experience fate, he decided not to go to the office. Working from home.
Only one letter was found in the mail - from the Client, who has been shaking his head with the payment of Etapa for a week. The title was encouraging - "Scanning Payments". After looking at the scan, I went to study the status of the work on our support site. Suddenly something rolled in my head. I opened the scan again - from the correct there were only the names of the Recipient and the Payer. All the other attributes of me were perverted. Mechanically I picked up the Client’s tube – “...is outside the reception area.” This is a fool! He left a message in Telegram: “We temporarily stop working until we receive...”
It seems that the absence of AH changed something in my reality.
The mood was below the plinth. To stabilize it, he drank a cup of cognac. I played a bit at Kahuna Riff. did not help.
I ordered sushi for lunch. As I suggested, they brought the wrong order, but still good - because they could even bring a silk under the shirt.
After lunch there was no desire to work for free.
Suddenly the trumpet ringed – a secretary from IT-Courses called, where I was forging new generations of programmers for Russia and Canada. Mostly for Canada, for some reason, many after obtaining the certificate immediately tried to go there.
I realized that sleeping was not my destiny. The staff teacher at the course "Observing Enterprise" was sick or overdrunk. In an hour and a half, a group will arrive. A corporate client paid a lot. Moreover - listeners from three companies at once and all in one group. The first in the knowledge of the lecture and if you obey, the client tu-tu.
In principle, I participated in the preparation of the methods of the course and could read it. But I did not want to go out of the house.
I was persuaded.
The car, to my surprise, immediately stopped and I arrived calmly. Twice stopped the gauges to check, but it was impossible to dig. In my situation, the absence of seizure meant that the seizure was ahead, in addition, strengthened.
Upon arrival, I immediately visited the Secretary and received the first dose of Zasad: the course was targeted for IT directors, IT department managers, leading programmers and programming analysts. In the group were only accountants gathered from 3 companies. Two of these companies were hostile. Someone sold them a course that the accountants do not need.
Telling accountants about the pre-project survey methodology, SADT technology and using UML to analyze and present results to management is strong! If only they were not beaten.
The duration of the first lecture is 4 astronomical hours or 5 academic hours. 3 coffee breaks.
I cut off the first hour. They listen carefully, but their eyes are too clean - empty eyes. It is not important to me. Until it is OK.
In the break I went to the Teacher's room, there is quiet and there is a hot water dispenser. I drink tea. The listeners broke to the coffee machine.
A few minutes later, I heard the sound of something falling. Then again and again. Some screams and knocks.
Based on past experience, we must wait for silence and not meet. There is a security guard, she will find out. Especially for the fingers put by the teacher to the listener, they can and chase.
As soon as the noise sounded, I went out to see. The guard had already ruined everything and dragged the two listeners into the bedroom.
The investigation revealed that two male accountants from competing companies argued about interest rates on something, because of the interpretation of a fragment from Blessed Augustine. During the discussion, one charged the other to the interface with a fist, and the second broke through the head of the first plasterboard wall. They began to fight and it turned into a massive fight. The accountants fucking. The guards seized the guards and looked at the others horribly. Conflict is exhausted.
This was the second dose I expected.
The remaining three hours passed quietly, there were no questions on the subject.
After relaxing a little, I went home. At Liteyn, right in front of the Big Grey House, he stopped at the lighthouse and immediately felt a strong blow from behind. He stood unnaturally behind the car.
With the worst thoughts, I went out and looked. The rear wheels hanged half a meter from the asphalt. The plastic of the rear bumper smoothly moved into the "house" of another cap. On the asphalt were lighthouses rolling and an anti-freeze loaf floated. This is a Volvo or S-70, or the S-80 did not brake and with all of it entered me under the rear bridge.
In the cabin of Volvo was a man sitting in a cap and with outstretched, glazed eyes. His face was slightly hidden by a white fog from the seat pillow and a flowing blue with a siren-shaped nose.
I politely knocked on the glass, inviting the citizen to dialogue. He went out.
His first words were:
What are you hindering here?
I had to show the lightforest and explain the rules of such a crossroads. Gradually, the man realized his mistake. I asked him to remove the face of the ash from under my rear bridge to inspect the damage.
I have: 2 strips of grounded paint on the plastic lining of the bumper. Dirt from the bridge.
It has: a cap, both headlights, both radiators, a compressor of candy, a buffer, a buffer amplifier, and even more.
At his request, I agreed to take 100 backs and not call the police. It is logical - a balloon of paint cost 250 r., and I did not need more.
Feeling that the Angel did not joke, warning of caution, I continued driving very, very sadly. Through the bridge, turn to the right to the October shore. Then left to the tail. Comsomol and at the beginning of Kondratievsky Prospect. Everything was calm, like in a horror movie.
Travelling through the fence of the "Red Vyborzec" Factory, I shook: on the opposite course, a drone picked me right into the lobster! I remember when I thought, “A dog lobby!” And the drone with a deaf knock escaped behind the hood, not reaching the front glass.
After making sure that nothing exploded, I parked on the sidewalk. I went for a new injury examination.
Clearly in the center of the plastic coating of the front buffer, I found an application in the form of a healthy tea. Neva is near, here they are flying. The bird’s cuff broke through the plastic and went inside on its entire length. The wings were beautifully spread to the sides and the headlights below them were like eyes with eyelids.
I could not take off the tea with my hands, so I was driving with a bird on the mouth. At the entrance to Kalinin Square, I was stopped by gaiters, they also kicked the tea, laughed and dropped.
When I parked in the house, I went for tools, and when I returned, I found a group of local cats trying to remove the tea. We feed them all in the house, and cats chase birds and rats. Then they tried to help.
I could not remove the bird carefully, I had to peel off the clove with a knife. The chicken was immediately pulled by the cats, apparently led the courtyard to show.
Doing anything with two pieces of toothbrushed clove of plastic was no longer possible, left until AH returned.

If anyone thinks it’s all this, it’s not. I also accidentally broke a bottle of cognac from the first part of the story, and then, as I was taking a shower, a light bulb burned in the bathroom and I broke my knee while running out.

I dreamed of my guardian angel. His sight was blurred, his face slightly swollen, a blush under his left eye.
How are you here without me? Asked tactically.
As long as alive. Do not plan anything for tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll fix the car.
How unadapted you are! I left it for a day, and you’re so stuck here. Don’t worry, I’ll look at you more closely in the coming years.

In the morning came the right paycheck and the toothbrush worked.

Since then, the angel has been walking in front of the big asses. In March of 2020, I was warned.