I hate March 8th, a hypocritical day. I remember working on a poem and had an order from a small firm to congratulate the accounting office. Communicated directly with the director-customer, sent the option and called to discuss, and the uncle is clearly nervous, the voice shakes, emotions boil, says: "Yes, beautiful - well, cute - also good, but little, little! These fat, wicked cockroaches will eat me with shit! Please write out how nice and beautiful they are!"
Congratulations to the Goddess of Accounting!