told a acquaintance. He has a boss, a good man, but not physically digestive when his subordinates get out of work, even if they just work fast. Yesterday, the comrade somehow got all the intermediate calculations and other small instructions of the boss too quickly. The chief was even sorry - so much effort was needed to invent new idiotic assignments for his humble person. At eight o’clock he said:



– Listen, run away... – and he thinks where to send him.



One of my colleagues says loudly: - On x#j.



After a moment, the chef makes a splash and says, “OK, I’m going to go myself.”