Xxx: I worked in support of dnevnik.ru 10 years ago. This is such an electronic journal for schools + a social network of the type of VC. Users are mainly school employees, students and their parents.



Once I got the appeal of a girl who held on the resource a group of winged pony such colorful. She complained about a classmate who wrote all kinds of shit in this group. The founders of the groups did not have normal administrative rights at the time, so she could not entertain him in the group herself.



In general, we didn’t get into such settings, but I looked at the message of this guy with interest. It turned out that he spammed in all discussions and on the wall with some foolish pictures, wings of all participants matte, all sorts of dirt watered the multi-colored pony and their fans. In short, I did not like his behavior, so I wrote a guy on behalf of the administration in the official language, asked not to behave there and... was sent naked.



After realizing that the war in correspondence I can not win, I took a screenshot of the message, after finding the profile of a good leader (it is easier simple on such a resource) and handed over the hooligan. The next day, I received a message from a minor ugly that I was a fucking knocker and pidaras. So I took a screenshot again and re-wrote to the class leader + the boy’s parents.



After a few hours, he sent a message to apologize, and he was no longer in the group of pony, as far as I know (I occasionally looked at it). I remember feeling more satisfaction from winning over a nine-year-old boy :)



Yyy: You won’t a nine-year-old boy, but a hatred larvae who thought it was fun to offend people and spoil their mood, and felt her impunity. It is worthy of respect.

Xxx: By the will of fate, I was brought to my mother at the age of 6 to work, to sit in her office and not light up until lunch. The office is not direct to her. There were 5 people sitting there. of accounting)



And here I sit in the corner far from my mother, there was only free, I draw, I look out the window, I tick in the calculator, I pick up the wooden bills. And he enters. The Director. The look immediately falls on me.



Director: Oh, who is here with us? In fact he knew.

I: It’s me... No, who?) is



Who is your mother here?

I: Well he’s sitting, doesn’t it look like it? But my grandmother said I went to Daddy’s breed more. I only got a beard from my mom. But she understands nothing of us. How do I look like my dad when I’m a girl?



Mom was sitting on the red tomato, and the other women were either crying or laughing. The director laughed, gave someone the documents brought and left with the words "and you will not argue"). At home, of course, my mother bothered me that I answered the whole director. I am in this situation for the first time. Improved as I could.

The incident occurred at a peak hour in the traffic jams. A little distracted and rattled in the farcop in front of the car, slightly pushing it. The driver comes out, he is bleeding from his nose... I am in panic: what to help, an ambulance? He says, “I knocked my finger in my nose and you pushed me. They went away and went away.)

He was on the right path, but in the wrong direction.

If an organization is stable and financially funded, regardless of the results of the work, then most likely it is a public service.
It is not effective by definition. In any country. Today is history on the subject.

In the quiet center of Toronto, on a low hill, there is a complex of buildings. It is paid from the budget. This kind of educational company. The leadership there is not coincidental. Someone’s relatives or golf partners. It changes frequently, passing time to better appointments. He behaves accordingly. The main thing for all these youthful and energetic puzzles is visual agitation. The walls are praised with assurances about the fight against racism and the benefits of tolerance. They meet once a week. On the subject of even more bending before any angry schoolchildren. Green energy is like the earth’s compass. As the great Greta said.

And everything would be fine, but six years ago in this office began to get huge water bills. No, there were no problems with paying (the balloons were public), but somewhere a year later they began to get rid of them from above. It seems like it is not in the order of this office to pay for the water pipeline for 20 thousand, instead of the previous three. The boss reacted as he could. I ordered beautiful laminated posters on water-saving in the printing office and attached them to each washing machine. The water did not stop running.

The next one is state. At first, he blamed all the visitors. The cranes do not close. And, having grabbed the state’s mouth, he pulled out unshakable funds to replace all the water piping cranes (and their hundreds of three) with sensory cranes. which they themselves close. and. Strange, but the water bills even increased slightly. The guilty also soon fell.

The third savings fighter blamed the swimming pool for everything. They often change the liquid environment. And he drove funds to a new chemical treatment station, allowing the water not to be changed at all. Adding renovation costs and weekly chemicals costs to your water bills. Which have not changed. But the boss reported as needed, for which he was immediately transferred to another feeder.

The new Chubais, which replaced him, found that a lot of money goes to the batteries to the touch cranes. Yes, and the cranes themselves broke once a quarter (strange, like they were not taken from the washing machine, but from China. The price of Swiss
And therefore, the funds were ripped out again, and all the cranes (and toilet slugs - what to say!) Replaced by sensors. Not with batteries, now with batteries! They were powered by the light batteries that stood there. It would seem like a victory!
Anne is not.
The cranes stopped working immediately after the contractors left. Because they forgot that one of the previous bosses installed in the toilets and shower sensors, which extinguished the light after the visit. The solar cells did not work in the dark. And the water? The water continued to flow somewhere.

The problem was passed on to another warrior. Which, without thinking, connected the connections, and found funding for the greenest of projects. To power the batteries, all switches were replaced with network and all lights were replaced with LEDs. Everything is managed through the internet...

It is possible that everything would continue to develop. Suddenly an epic event happened. Accidental contractors, digging something nearby, found water leaking from the pipe serving our office. After the repair, the cost has returned to normal.

The irony is that this flow did not come out of the surface. Six years passed by the road. Right on the asphalt in front of the main office. Every day, twice a day, the wise leaders and executive subordinates of this same shark traveled. Worried about water costs.

And where did so many artistic gymnastics experts come from? There were normal immunologists.