The palace is bad. It does not clear the snow almost entirely. So, a little for the look of a spade will scratch and swing somewhere with friends. I complained about him at the JEK, no matter.
They say that the salary is small, nobody wants to go to work as a gardener.
And in the courtyard on the sidewalks of the mountain ice. My wife complains, she is slippery.
I called again to the JEC, quarreled, then dressed up in an old sweater, took a hammer and went to scale the ice at the entrance. I am standing, wearing, cleaning the ice.
There is a car and it looks like a broken face from the window. He begins to give me valuable instructions on how to clean up and all that. I sent him. And he said to me, "You are what, I am your boss, I will take you in a moment." He accepted me as a wicked worker. Well, I told him about him, his mother and other relatives and where I turned him and all his family. And I said that if he fired me, hell whoever would go in my place, I was irreplaceable.
He grabbed Swinton and left. A day later, the news was that our courtyard was fired. They took a new while trying to clean the garden.