I work in a serious factory. While the next pallet is wrapped, there is time (exactly 83 seconds) to sit. And here’s eight hours with rare breaks to run to the smoking machine or to the cooling machine. I’m sitting, knocking on the phone, the wrapper turns... Behind the head of the manufacturing sector’s voice: “Do you know that it’s forbidden to use phones at work?” In response, I explain to him that I work even when I sit and turn on the phone. He is generally inadequate and asks: "You understand that using phones is prohibited? ". I show the phone with an open "security instructions", which I am reading - well, fuck, we will continue to curl and kick out or you are right now fucking from here naked until I fucked you a mountain of poddons, writing down everything on your violation of the rules of being in other people's working areas?
Moral: The manager remember! In modern Russia, any carrier can be an even cooler manager with an honest red diploma.