I went to work in a small carpentry workshop, and there I had a partner named Peter, who is a non-conflict man, rarely defends his point of view. So, we went with a partner on behalf of the boss to purchase raw materials and tools for the modernization of the workshop. We left the application on the pyloram for boards and brows, and then moved into the building for tools. We bought new scissors, a pair of hand-brushing machines, an electronic angle meter, several coal engines, other electrical tools and a stool that will become the hero of the story (for those who don’t know, a stool is an appliance for cutting a tree at a certain angle). So the next day I received a personal request from the boss to make a few simple frames. I agreed with a partner (who’s called Peter) that he’ll spit the boards at a 45-degree angle, and I’ll slip them off and glue them. Peter started work, I went to smoke, and when I returned, the boss spoke to the partner in elevated tones (the dialogue was slightly changed to avoid violating moral and ethical norms):





(S): Why did I then give money to the instrument? Where is the chair, comrade?



Ivan Ivanovich, but



Peter, you are a foolish man, take a chair! Do not translate material.





After this, Peter still took the stall, but after a couple of sprinkled boards decided to continue to sprinkl "on the eye". After the preparations were made, we decided to test them: we took the stool and fit the boards that were sprinkled on it and everything naturally came together, then we took the boards that the partner saw in the eye and everything naturally broke apart. Then we went for the corner meter and decided to measure all the parts and as it turned out, the boards sprinkled "on the eye" were flat, and sprinkled on the stool all as one showed 46 degrees +-20 minutes. The chair was broken. Since then, I have respected Peter even more, and the boss has even apologized.