I tell his story with a friend’s permission. Following his words...
Twenty-three years of age, in anticipation of a vacancy in the specialty, I decided to work temporarily in the factory, for the benefit of having little experience in working on jet machines. Man assumes, and God arranges, and he laughs at our plans, my temporary work turned out to be more than constant, for today twenty years of experience without little.
During the interview, the manager of the enterprise offered to work on unusual, constructed and assembled machines immediately at the factory, I agreed and quite quickly mastered the technique, soon after which unexpectedly for everyone and first of all for myself became a brigadier - a regulator in one person. Everything would be nothing, career growth and a good salary, but I needed to talk to the resigning brigadier, maybe I would have given up this honorary position, but he shines with a quiet joy, quickly handing over documents, keys, tools, etc. With a compassionate smile on my face, I touched my hand and literally dissolved in the air - the Cheshire cat was poured out... For me it was no news that the team was purely female, but I had no idea that one thing was to do repair and adjust machines, and another thing to manage ladies at such a young age on average just over thirty. It was an uncommonly cohesive collective resembling a forklift, the leadership served as a hammer, and I found myself in the middle.
Fifteen machinery - fifteen women and I am the sixteenth lucky man... The harsh factory girls chewed and spit out more than one brigadier, but I went on the principle and after six months earned an authority and at the same time learned to red, that is, to confuse me with anything or became impossible. In the second year, I learned to listen, understand and talk to fifteen people at the same time. The third year made me a burnt cynic thinking that nothing new about women is impossible to learn... In the fourth year I married, as I seemed to be the perfect girl, and in the fifth year, divorcing, I realized that all my knowledge of women - a penny price... In the seventh year of brigadierry in the hair appeared the first grey, and in the eyes, as I was told, appeared something inherent in the seventy-year-old old, I knew Zen and in a state of mystical contemplation I realized that it was not worth thinking about the logic and the motives of certain actions of women, because on the question - "Masha, why did you lie to Dahlia?" You can hear hysterical - "Dapatamushta", tears and such complex causal connections that the spirit captured as when reflecting on the infinity of the universe. In general, all life and production issues need to be solved at the level of intuition and over the years I seem to have immersed myself in this.
It's all a fairy tale, and the fairy tale is that I thought that with female spells and speeches you won't pass me, I say I know the price of female cowardice and psychological techniques to manipulate men... naive, recently realized that I have never learned anything...
The other day I went to the electric goods store, the girl the seller saw me - far from an athlete, balding and with a beginning to grow beer stomach, smiled joyfully and with a fascinating voice Rinata Litvinova said:
It is a pity that such men rarely come to us.
To admit, I thought someone followed me and instinctively turned around... The laughter of the seller sounded like a bell.
Did you know you were Bruce Willis? Go to my table, let’s talk about what such an imposing man needs in our store.
Immediately I turned from a factory worker to the owner of that worker, pulled in the stomach, invited the remnants of the hairdresser and went to transgive the earned money with honest labor.
The devil knows, or I was so lucky and it was the granddaughter of Wolf Messing who inherited his gift, or maybe the Gypsy camp opened a course on sales and she finished it with distinction, I don't know... I definitely know that I went to buy an electric fireplace and I got it as a gift from the store, but not only because such a beautiful, but just accidentally bought an air conditioning system for the whole apartment - because in the summer there will be no such discounts, electric fireplace with imitation of live fire - because stylish, the eighth generation TV - because it is worthy, my wife - an iPhone, my son - an ixbox, all the latest models, because I love them and soon New Year... A cherry on the cake turned out to be an electric foot massage machine for the teas - it is unknown at all
My wife began to look at me with concern, guessing if this was a single case of interference and if there was a recurrence then what form it would take. For every case, under a pleasant pretext, she took a credit card and did not even ask for bread to buy, afraid of what good cakes and cakes in the house.