In every open space there is a person who is sitting in the corner all day without removing headphones, contacting no one and it is not very clear what he is doing here. Our name is Maxim, about the fact that he is in contact with reality in general, I personally learned a month after two joint work: he accidentally hit me with the elbow and said, "Sorry" (before that I didn't know at all that he could speak, I'm not joking).

The headquarters changed, they began to monitor how what works for the preparation of some personnel transformations, the question arose, what Maxim does and to whom he submits. It turned out that he was responsible for the direction that closed a couple of years ago. All were dismissed for some reason, and this was formally transferred to another department, but the management of that department was somehow not used to giving him tasks. The man received a salary (little, but still) and engaged in his affairs - read a lot of books, began to write his own, reworked a ton of outsiders.

After he was still loaded with work, Maxim resigned a month later, saying that he had seen in the grave for such money to work!