As a child, I was constantly confused in which direction to twist and twist the hooks. But one day, once again asking my father, I got a mnemonic rule that I still use. He replied, “If your head is opened, you will be against it.”

A relative is sick. As a doctor, I accompanied her to the hospital. While there and there, the design in the receiver, the rise to the department, the chamber - along the way you communicate with many. He has worked in this area for more than 20 years. Almost everyone knows me, and I know almost everyone.

They took a relative to the chamber, put her in a prepared bed, began to inject her. Everything seems to be fine, the process, as they say, went. I see, and in the next bed, about my years old, a lady, unfamiliar. I greeted her on the occasion, asked how to do so as not to offend the unintentionally. She answered, and we talked a little with her. She turned out to be a long-time patient from Zalukodes (it lived in the Zolsky region of Kabardino-Balkaria). In that village, your submissive servant practiced as an ambulance. This was in 1986-88. A lot of water has leaked, yes.

And suddenly this patient says one unusual thing.

I asked if I remember her sister. Sorry, I answer, I do not remember. Almost three dozen years have passed.

The patient says:

You helped her very much, actually saved her from death. Then she lived another twenty years.

- What, it happens, - not without a shadow of humor I answer - this is our job. Thank God I was able to help her.

Do you know what she told us later? I was at the meeting then, and she asked that if a boy was born, he would be called Arsen. In your honor. For your kindness and attention.

With these words, she took the phone out of her pocket and showed a photo of the young man:

Here it is, your headache.

To confess, I was confused. I was surprised and a little embarrassed by this fact. I did not immediately find what to answer. It felt like this guy was some kind of my child who was born outside of marriage. You know when he is already an adult. It turned out to be some subtle, like a thread, but a relative connection. The patient looked at me with a gentle look, and I was somehow uncomfortable. But at the same time it is pleasant somewhere. Probably not in vain we are killing in this eternal messy work.

I thanked the patient for the kind words, and wished that my life was long and happy. And that the upcoming operation itself will be completed easily and safely.

A year and a half ago I worked in an investment company... The company was on track with time and at one moment introduced a new program that, when you assign a meeting to a client, automatically sends him a message: “Dear Ivan Ivanovich, we are waiting for you at the address of XXX at 10.30.”



Who thought, I don’t know...



The system is designed to increase the number of meetings - so that the client does not blink and do not blink. In fact, the number of meetings has decreased dramatically. They understood – why?



I found out.



tk. Customers are not always present at the first meeting and by phone, we killed them in the base as we could. Now customers are sent messages such as: "Dear Fat on Lexus, we are waiting for you to meet at the address..."

The pleasant must go from the opposite.

The story of the "cat telepatic"
A cat, or rather a cat, drowned in a plastic bag. He got up the top and tried to breathe. When I caught a plastic bag with drowning kittens, it was left alive alone. Wet and dreaming of only one thing - to breathe. It was 1999. Thin, blind, not understanding what is happening.
When I got home, I realized we were going to divorce. “What is this ugliness?The ex shouted. “Do you know he’s blind?” I fed the cat from a pipette, and turned away from the sex cloth, which the former did not spare. Can you tell me I am allergic? Can you see that he’ll wipe it all?”
Basya slept on my arms, then moved because he grew up, and slept on my stomach. I was so relieved when we divorced. It was probably 2001 or 2002. 11 years of loneliness. I worked all the time, I am a big director of a huge company. Basha asked for only one. Eating and sleeping on my stomach. Remove the toilet. I went out with a cat every day, I went on vacation with him, the cat visited the United States and the Maldives. Until the null year of 2011 has come. I remember the night of December 31 for a moment. There was nothing to eat, I thought to buy a chicken and a salad to celebrate, but I sat in the office so much that I came home at 7 a.m. He fed the cat, opened the long-presented whiskey, and we sat in the kitchen, under the TV. There was light outside the window, and so I got sick, I cry, I can't calm down, straight offensive. That I am alone, that I am soon 40 years old, no wife, no children, and for whom it’s all... I think I’ll sleep. He pulled the cat off his stomach and lay somewhat more free. And here is dream. A cat comes in a dream and asks, “Do you really want a family? Will you drive me out when a child is born? Will you never drown me like in that plastic bag? Are you going to chew me like before? “I’ll find you a woman.”

I wake up from the fact that Basya vomits, bites my legs, breaks my leg straight into the blood. He got up and went to the pharmacy. January 1, 12 in the morning. They stood in a line of two people, the cashier stumbled, there was time, they talked, two months later they married. A boy was born who loved the cat. Basha died yesterday, he lived 19 years. He came to me in a dream for a couple of weeks and said, “I’m dying. I am sorry.”

In Davetsk, one MP proposed to trade licenses for the shooting of rare animals. The funds are used to increase the number of people shot. If you sell licenses to shoot deputies, then the funds will be enough to restore populations of both rare and rare animals.

There was a lawyer at our office. An intelligent man who has never been without work. Contractual matters, lawsuits, courts, claim work with debtors, etc. He never refused help to employees. He was indeed a good lawyer. But he was paid well, because he worked well. At some point, the director decided that he was paying too much and offered to move him to a fixed s/p with prizes. You don’t lose anything, but I’m more comfortable counting. But he refused. After long discussions and misunderstandings, they decided to quit.

But the director decided to save and transferred the main functions of the lawyer to the girl of the businessman, who previously only engaged in public procurement. She has a legal education, but no experience.

As a result: the girl failed, tears, hysteria and dismissal on her own. All legal work is done. He is now looking for a lawyer with a qualification for low z / p or jur. A company that will take over all the work for an outsourcing for a small fee. On the same robberies twice.

I asked him to take that guy back. He himself was not against. But such a man without work and weeks did not sit, already working for a competitor.