A wonderful story about how to work with the gentleman. and organs. A few years ago, one company decided to make several additional shopping points in the city. But since it was associated with a large official haircut, they decided to take a special person. He posted an advertisement in the newspaper about the vacancy and waited. For a long time no one went, because the salary was promised poor. And suddenly! There is a real “fool” (there is such a disease). The director grabbed his head at first, he said to the guard, “You, my brother, who are you letting go?” And then, well, post Vasya, you have a paper for the test, try it in San. Inspection to break. He returned in about an hour with a signature paper. As it turned out later, he did not follow any rows. He came to the inspection and - immediately into the office without any turn. The people were not even upset, but were eagerly waiting for what would happen. First a shock, then a scandal. Debbie monotonously said the same phrase: "Chef, sign, or I will not be given money, and I want to eat..." and began to shake the back of the chair... Then he was all signed, and he pleased to go under the triumphant views of visitors...

When I was a teenager, I underwent a knee surgery. The doctor brought me a flommaster and told me to mark the right knee with a circle, and the second with a cross, and then left the room. I did everything exactly as he said.

And then he evened the arrows to the circle and wrote "Operate here", added more crosses on the other knee and the inscription "Do not touch". From boredom, I spent the next half-hour painting my own body and leaving messages like "I won't give the Appendix," "What did I do? The knee is below.” I even asked my mom to write something on my back like, “If you’re reading this, it’s not that side. Turn it.”



When the anesthesiologist appeared, I had time to cover up with a prosthesis. They told me that I was carrying all the nonsense before turning off, but that’s a different story. The operation went well and I had to stay in the hospital for the night. Later, the doctor came to see me and told me how I managed to break the schedule of the operation.

In general, when the staff removed the slide and read the same notes, everyone cried, not stopping, for ten minutes. Finally, having calmed down, with great difficulty taking themselves into their hands, they began to turn me over to put me on the operating table... And then they saw the last inscription...

As a result, the operation started half an hour later than planned, and all because of my love of drawing.

Three stages of the car:

a) to purchase a car;

B is a car. The class!

C. I sold the car. What a happiness!

I have a good, non-intellectual job.
To get my profession, it is enough to complete monthly courses, and then the main thing is to be punctual and not smell afterwards. In short, I am a coach.
A few months ago, the club changed the bosses, a new lady every month comes up with new improvements, which are mainly about reducing the salary: now the salary is black, removed the bonuses, imposed fines.
After every new introduction, if someone roared, he received a moral teaching in the sense of "a lot of you such", "a row for every place in hats", "not like - free."
I would like to write that everyone left and the club went bankrupt, but in our area the crisis is now, in other clubs the situation is worse, they can just throw away with the salary, so nobody left, they fell, but somehow reconciled with the "new meth".
The hardest thing was to endure the arrogant-disregarding attitude from the series "you are nobody and call you no way," "I said you will go out at 10, so you will go out," "which means sick to be at work, unfortunately."
Once she learned about my past life and asked for contact teaching German for her husband. I gave her a few contacts of cool teachers, the best in their field in our city.
He calls me in a couple of hours in anger:
April and no others.
These are the best.
Can you not yourself?
- No, I'm not doing this right now (and even if I did, I't do it with your husband).
They behave completely incorrectly. They fuck me! I tell them Monday-Thursday at 19, they say that these days only 22 are free. I say on Saturday at 15, they say on Saturday I don’t work, what nonsense? Do they provide services or are they bullied?
Welcome to the world of demanding people, shit.

If you’ve worked all your life, that doesn’t mean you’ll be guaranteed old age. For us in Russia this does not mean anything at all, except that you have worked all your life.