Madame came to the reception, with her son Maximka. After the examination, I was a little stunned...al. Maximka has an urgent pathology, requires serious hospital treatment with mandatory hospitalization. I say I have to go to bed. I say! I do not ask!

The son was silent all the time, only his mother said.

And the lady is like this: "He won't go to the hospital to go to bed, write out the pills!"

and honestly. I thought it was like that in anecdotes. Fortunately, I know a great way I mastered when I was in the ambulance. I put a box in the history of illness, near the field "rejection of hospitalization", I stretch it, I say:

Please register here.

Why is.

Then, if tomorrow your child remains disabled for the rest of his life, or worse, I will not be jailed.

Go straight to the room! A golden skill to make the patient feel responsible for their life and health, and not infantically transferred to doctors. And Maximke, the fuck, is 29 years old!

I worked at Tele2 for a while, serving clients. There were all kinds of personalities: evil grandmothers, who scored 1 penny, addicts and alkashi, who needed to urgently throw money on the card, but one case I remembered the most. Husband and wife come. Next M is the husband, Z is the wife, O is the operator (I).

M – Hello, I have money for something every day, can you see?

Yes, I will look at it now.

I start watching subscriptions first and see porn subscriptions first.

Usually I do not say which subscriptions are connected to the client, but silently remove them, but then the man himself asked to name them.

You have a sexual signature.

M is how? Yes is? The kids probably connected.

Misha, we have no children.

The Silence...

I wake up at the alarm clock, get out of bed, do my morning procedures, dress up and go to work. After a whole day, I wake up in my bed again. It turns out that I have dreamed all this and I need to go back to work.

Skuratov in his time washed up with girls in the bath and fucking.

It is not a scourge, but a man like a scourge.

Zzz: And not with girls, but with humanoids, similar to young females of humans.

I was very shy and shy when I was 10. At the same age, in the winter in Yakutsk (-40 on the street and thick fog), I missed my stop (since ice formed on the windows of the bus, and no one warned the stops). I was in 3rd grade, it was a Tuesday, and on Tuesdays we were going to the Children’s Palace (but that’s another story). At the time, the trip was free for primary classes, and for adults it cost 5 rubles. The driver announces the final stop and asks everyone to leave (I panic), but nothing to do, silently left, thinking across the road to the next stop I will go. And once out, it turns out to be the final stop - this is a desert with broken cars (frames), beyond 10 meters nothing can be seen because of the fog. The bus went somewhere, and I decided to go back as I arrived, I went for 20 minutes and got to the paved road, but no stops are visible, no signs. In the first 20 minutes my legs were very cold, but either from panic or something, the next 30 minutes I didn’t feel them literally, they were walking themselves, and I didn’t feel them. As a result, I got to some parking near the only less alive object (building store). And then the instinct of self-preservation worked and I knocked on the window of a regular car and asked how to get to the Palace of Childhood and described the whole situation with a shaking voice in a few words. The driver invited us to sit in the car to warm up, another 10 minutes we waited for his companion from the store. Eventually, they landed me at the Palace of Childhood and gave me 10 rubles. Already in the Palace of Childhood in an hour I began to feel the legs, and after that another hour they were warm=) A huge thank you and a low tribute to good people!

I work as a doctor in one of the capital hospitals. He came to the patient operated the day before (by the way, a man of 60 years), in connection with the development of post-operative anemia, routinely the need to perform a blood transfusion (simply put, blood transfusion), which he categorically refused. In his words:

Q: No matter what, do not give God, and suddenly I will be shed gay blood?! to

There was nothing to object.

History of long past days. I remembered her today while looking for a candidate for vacancy. At the end of the zero, a colleague salesman is fired in my store. Need a replacement. I work in a large booth. No shifts or weekends. A week has passed, the second. The director's answer is one - we're about to find, you tolerate, and we won't find, so we will transfer from another department by Monday. It’s Monday and the train is there. The nerves do not stand, I call the eichar directly (one per city) and there is a funny dialogue:

Aishwarya and when? I am already thinking off myself.

So far there is nothing to rejoice. No one brings friends.

In the sense? What kind of friends? Is there no option in the advertisement?

An advertisement is worth the money. And we have a motivation - employees bring friends to work and get a bonus. So we will not pay. They will simply not understand us.

Who will not understand?

You will not understand above. They will decide that we do not take action with friends.

I’ve seen ads in other cities.

They just work badly and they have no choice.

Do we get well? No one goes.

We will find ourselves. We will not use paid methods.

–...

Is it worth saying that after a week they still had to place ads, and already about two vacancies?

People who have worked all their lives, and who have not lived to retirement, need to give the title of "Hero of Labour" posthumously with compensation to relatives.

My aunt’s acquaintance after the divorce pulled to the extreme. I decided to jump with a parachute. The first jump is a crack in the spine. A month on anesthetics, jokes "I had to dive, fool!"After six months the call: "I call you from a Spanish hospital. “I was hit by the scratch!”

Okay well. But it is strange to me that the whole team on the pitch can shake, but not alone at home.