Well, how can you explain, a good admin is like a hardworking gardener. First pick up the seeds (preferring perennial varieties), then for a long time crawl through his garden with the sun-burned cockerel, swollen from the mosquito physiognomy, and hands on the elbow in the... km. humus. But then every morning he goes out to the doorstep, and, tasting a hot cup of coffee, he is quite shaking, watching everything grow, how the vigor rejoices, flying from flower to flower. Well, of course, the master's eye notices where the plum, where the beetles to cut off, and where the garbage to fill.
However, it happens that it will catch him such a rancidity-acidity, so tired of the eye of well-being and sleepy order, that he gets drunk, takes the scratching ribbons and cheerfully runs through his garden. And the surroundings say it scares the crows. And they believe.