A colleague told me.

I am going to Magnitogorsk. With the boss. The second person of the company, a serious personality. The hotel hall, the elevator, we get up to ourselves.

On the second floor the doors open and enters... a girl whose kind of occupation is understood along with makeup. Hello, I am the girl manager.If you need, contact me.

Here is a man who thinks quickly! While I was raising my jaw from the floor after this wording, the boss immediately reacted:

What kind of manager are you? Look at yourself in the mirror! You are not a manager, you are a brigadier!