In 2006, I worked as a designer in a small advertising firm. One day, a cleaner was fired. With the words "work yourself for such pennies", although her salary for that time was quite good. Advertising without a cleaner. Technical premises, if not cleaned, will be covered with advertising waste to the ceiling in a few days. Of course, in panic we give an announcement. We look at the candidates. And it was embarrassing that there were mostly women with obvious signs of alcoholism.
Until one day Tante Nina came...It was a very exciting spectacle.
A woman comes in. Well dressed, clearly spoken. The beard is proud.

From the threshold:
Do you need a technique?
and yes.
I will work with you! You will pay me 20 thousand (tenga) a month for your hands. I will clean three times a week, and every fifth cleaning is general. We only formalize officially.
Information was great. It is not we who are looking for the technique, but it chooses its place.
Here’s that attitude, it was so chic that we decided to take it with a 2 week check-out (paid)...

Then I was shocked even more. Aunt Nina was just a cleaning god. She came to work exactly 2 hours a day 3 times a week. And, like an electric wire, it brought crystal purity. I came exclusively with my chemicals, for which I never took money, and I have never even seen them in the sale. The quality of its cleaning is cooler than when I wipe off my favorite cup of tea. The garbage was not stored even in the technical premises. No divorce or divorce. For every fifth cleaning she came with her granddaughter (or daughter, but very young)... and they stayed for another hour and two generals. Washing the windows. Even vases of flowers. One day they wiped off the paint from the printing machine, which even the native solvent did not take. For such a job it was not a sin to pay such money (by the way, I, as a designer, got 25,000. It is only five fewer.
Then we learned more about Aunt Nina... Besides our company, she worked in six other locations. under the same conditions. She went from office to office every morning. Five days a week. By five o’clock she was freed, and with a sense of duty, this beautiful woman calmly went home.
Seven official jobs. In each of which she is always happy.
When we roughly calculated her income, we realized that a woman is a genius. She just set up her own business, which brings her angry money. 140,000 tenge, in 2006, did not have every manager who went out from morning to night and without weekends had such a salary. Officially everywhere. I don’t even know what retirement she earned in that time! And given how she worked, she often received prizes.

Occasionally I now see her walking on the street with an unchanging hole, from which a small folded swallow ticks. He always greeted.