It shook!

Tax checks for accounting are like a tsunami for Japan. In the sense, everyone knows that someday inevitably will happen, but every time they are not ready for the fact that it is happening "directly". Especially when in accounting such a mess, which had to be in one cute printing firm, where I had to work for a while. No, the taxes were paid properly, although there was a "black" accounting — but very little. within permissible limits.
The barracks were literal. Half of the documents were dispatched in the wrong folders - for example, in advance reports, you could easily find a payment for paper, and a salary note, and instructions for the vacuum cleaner. Approximately one-third of the papers in general are rolled into rolls and sprinkled over different cracks. And where did the others go - nobody knows at all: but how would you know if no one has ever worked there for more than six months?
And here are the taxpayers and demand the immediate "compliance".
Avril is terrible.
Accounting is a tiny room, in which some building oligofrened radiators, which in turn the gym to heat, and therefore the window is constantly open even in the frost. There is a printer under the window. And three tables, a closet with a broken door, a prehistoric safe, a bunch of shelves and three accountants are pressed into the ten-square room, charged with all this mess and going to resign to the damn mother. Between the tables there is a passage in which a fat man will get stuck like Winnie the Pooh in a rabbit’s hole. I think the disposition is clear.
The taxpayers were placed in the “conference room” – a good room for regular corporate drunkenness. And they came to us every fifteen minutes with new demands – to rework, to schedule, to find, and so on.
And here are the three "tax bodies" in this passage at once - they want something again. This “something” needs to be printed. The printer does not want to print - the cartridge has long been working on the last "puke", Svetka depicts a ragged activity, which is said to be all, the headbuck helps with advice:
The light, and you shock him.
The lighthouse gets the cartridge and begins to mutate it with all her young enthusiasm. Demonstrate your diligence and diligence. Cartridge says:
“Hey!” and... at this moment the entrance door opens!!! What happens if a window is opened, the door to the office is opened and the entrance is opened? It is right, through.
The remains of the toner with a black slide (directly like in "Lost") are carried through the passage and impressed in the mouths of taxpayers!
For those who suddenly don’t know – take some laser printing and try to wash THIS. Who is lazy, I will say - with the usual means (water, soap, Domestos, alcohol, etc.) P is will not succeed.
The paper disappears rather than the image.
And we have the “image” of three black taxpayers! Characteristically, in
We didn’t get a gram!
Oh yes, it shook me! Summary of the head.

The taxpayers are very lucky that the company is engaged in polygraphy and printing. With “special means.” Or would doolgo wear with black rodents in search of "what to wash."
The examination was completed on the same day. Just waving on us with the hand and writing out some foolish warning about the mess in the documentation...