I work in university. The second month our department is fighting with accounting - the head of the company for some reason took on our pro-rector (the direct head of our department) and in every way submits us, and the accounting in the amount of ten mords actively helps her in this. Then the orders will force us to rework the op ten times, then the acts will lose some, and we are extreme.
30 December. Everyone is already in anticipation of the new year, the mood is unworking. It is necessary to take the last number of the student newspaper printed in the print. The headmaster says that he will not pay, because everything has already been closed (although the contract until December 31 is prescribed and the year they can simply not close), then he makes a colossal indulgence - " within an hour to take everything, sign it, bring it, otherwise from your pocket you will pay!" By an incredible miracle I manage to arrive at the appointed time with the signed papers. I enter the accounting office. There is no scene. The expression of the faces of the accountants resembles the fairy tale of Morozko: "Nastenka not only returned alive from the forest, but also on a trio and with the bridegroom and gifts, although in general she was sent to die there.
This is the triumphal end of the year - we have done accounting) Revenge for all offended by it.