I used to work for one such small provider. Night shift of technical support. If there was a malfunction on some node (there was no internet) and electricists a lack of power there (well, for example), then my officials were to call the electricist first to take a gasoline generator and 3. 14 quickly arrived at the scene. If he did not respond (and the time could be 3 o'clock at night), there was a backup contact "double". Okay I call.



Both are unavailable. According to the algorithm, I have to call my boss and describe the problem. is unavailable. Then there is a call to the head of the territorial level. is unavailable. And, according to the same algorithm, the call goes to some boss there.

So, at 3 o’clock at night, I call him on my cell phone and say the following:

“Hi,” says Deftman, a second line service officer. Since you are not sleeping anyway, we have happened here... (further all the situation).



In the morning my sleepy boss came and looked at me for a long time in silence.

I was fired in a week and found something to do. I don’t regret it at all, because I found the best job right away.

I remember Ryu :)

One day I found myself in an unfamiliar company in a cafe. I looked at the prices and tried hard to look like I wasn’t hungry. Then I talked about travel, and I talked about my plans. A couple sitting in front of me, having ordered a meal for a thousand for twelve, suddenly says:

You are rich! We cannot afford such travels.

I think different people define differently what they can and can’t afford.

It was about 94 years ago. My school friend Dimka and I had fun after school by clinging to the trams, driving two or three stops until we were whispered. So, one day, in the evening, a tram driver whispered to us, in general, we ran away and at this moment three adult men approached us, grabbed and pulled in the direction of the Volga universe car (previously such in a fast ride) only this car was grey. Dimka's friend was already engaged in professional big tennis at the time, by some miracle he turned and fled to the hole on Sun Yat Seno Street (Ufa) he was pursued by one of these men but did not catch up. At this point, I was almost caught in the car, I wept and spoke that there is a force even under the car of the murderers. To my happiness, men ran from the tram stop and literally kicked me off (thanks greatly to these uncles) put me in the tram and I left home in panic. Of course, I didn’t say anything to my mother because she insulted me. But that night my friend’s mother called me and told me everything. I still remember my mom crying a long time and I was trembling. Since then, we have not been on the train anymore.

It was in student years. Practice in neurology. We are invited to bring a patient from the resuscitation center to our department (5th floor).

We and the same group - okay, we go for the catwalk, which we are told not to. We are so – well. Let’s go and think like no catch. We go down to the resuscitation, there we are welcomed by a couch with the patient, and next to the doctor stands with a smile on his face:

Take the light version!

And the man with no hands, no legs, and the voice itself), they wrapped him in a slope, and sent him as in a hamac to move to the 5th floor. Everyone liked the eye.

When my wife got into an accident (by her inattention), I, knowing that she was in panic, first asked how she was. Was not hurt. She was not hurt. Explained what to do next. His voice did not raise at all. She said it would be a lesson for her future.

I go home tonight. My wife does not talk to me. I try to find out what happened. After a while he says:

You did very badly. You were the only one who bothered me when I found out I was in a car crash. Neither mom, nor dad, nor grandmother, nor colleagues at work did anyone argue! No one is fighting except you.

Well yes yes yes. It is a pity that neither my mom nor my grandmother or my colleagues did not go back to the repair.

Small men rarely become big bosses. This is a part of the big sludges.

Fifteen years ago, in my past beautiful life, full of terrariums, a young man and I agreed to become bird-eating spiders. Lasiodora parahybana, if anyone is interested. I have a commodity - a boring lush lady with a height of legs of 22 cm, his merchant - a petty virgin, consisting of one leg and swollen from desire pedipalps.
I lived on the last floor of the 5th floor. To me, only on foot. As I remember, it was Saturday. The neighbor’s daughter was getting married. Clearly, all the stairs, starting from the first floor, are decorated with balls, pink ribbons, flowers and empty bottles of champagne. And before entering our floor is a huge stretch "Happiness to you, young people!"
And here’s how much water has leaked, and still the picture in front of my eyes: I open the door – there’s a completely stunned boy, a garden with a bird-eater in his hands. And almost with tears in the voice: "Sorry for God's sake, you're out as prepared, and I didn't even bring the cake! It’s just our first time.”

c) Svetlana Kotelkova

A panda eats an average of 12 hours a day. Man in self-isolation mode eats like a panda. This is called a pandemic.

I thought here that I have a lot of free time, and money somehow not a lot, and threw the ad on Avito. And since I am a crazy specialist of a broad profile, I have chosen the appropriate specialization "Diversity" (in multiple numbers because I am not the only one, there are a couple of colleagues with the same skills). We can perform a wide range of tasks that do not require special skills. Gone and forgot. In a week call:

Are there workers?

I am talking:

Yes, and what should I do?

Take the machine out of the house and load it into the car.

And we just walked around the city with a friend, so we decided, “And that’s not?” We agreed a price and went. There is a small retreat. A friend's car Mazda 6, not new but in the last body, and since we were riding on things not related to work, we were dressed decently.

Coming to the meeting place, the client stands on an old gazelle. I shouted out of the car:

Hi, it is us!

Who are we?

We are loads!

He is a little surprised:

Are you loaders?? to

Well yes, and what?

I just made a mistake with my profession.

The machine was thrown, the money earned.