I live in a small town of Asha on the Urals the internet is very bad, especially mobile, so when I see the video - I slide, and when the pictures with the description then I close my eyes, I imagine the picture and if in my head is beautiful, I put a plus and slide further)

xxx: When I hear German, exactly two associations. Either they are fascists or they’re fucking... I’m not joking.



YYY: Similar associations I worked on a ship in a German crew, you know how scary it was every time...



Zzz: Especially when there are only men and no fascists in the crew.

Max: Hi, do you understand mathematics?

Oh yes Lena. Only after the CEC.

My friend is a surgeon, and once he told me, "I finished the operation, the relatives came, and he thinks, again now God will thank, and then they said, thank God, for giving the strength to the surgeon!" Surprisingly but pleasantly!

I remember as a child, my grandfather shaved with a dangerous shave without foam, but only soaking his face with water. Motivated by the fact that the soap dries him. Takahuli, 40 years ago there was no Davov and Palmoliwe.

And my mother tore his shave, sharpened his pencil to well draw a drawing for the universe. And in the morning, when the bathroom heard a loud, terrible voice: "Musa, fuck your mother!" Grandmother ran to reassure grandfather "not they, you will wake MarjPalnu," my mom quickly dropped into the room, and I fell out of our room with my mom and watched frightened as my grandfather nervously pulled his shaft on the belt that hanged in the bathroom for these purposes, then I knew that on this day my mom would be silk and affectionate, will try to come later than usual, the mouse would jump into the room and again took the shaft to sharpen the pencil.



Oh, it was so warm then, because I later learned that my grandfather had two shavers - one he shaved and hid it under the scarf, and the other kept a look for pens.

Only an unreasonable wife drives out her husband without looking for a new one in advance.

I read various stories here about corporativity, standards and other certifications, and I remembered my own.

So, at the very end of the nineties, your submissive servant works for the benefit of the worldwide McDonald’s corporation with the ordinary straw (a Russified straw from the crew member - a member of the brigade). By the way, only those who worked in Mac write "McDonald's" without a soft sign, a kind of acquired OCR.

But something I turned away. The life of the strawberries is simple and careless, work work, clean up in the course of work, and don't let God break any of the million standards. This is followed by dedicated managers, who were once as clever as you, but then became smarter, unlike you.

And here, finally, our main character appears - manager Dima (let's call him Dima, because it was). A man under two meters tall, scary like my life, mimic creates the feeling of a "evil valley" - it's when you see an android trying to pretend to be a human, but not very successful, because he's an android. In general, the clique "wood" was very accurate.

So, this Dima had in the tail and in the grip of everyone who at least somehow violated the standards. He fought with this and eradicated it with the anger of the Inquisition. Catch, it has been, a squeezed member of the brigade, who has not had time to take the cloth in his hands after many hours of intensity and a row that goes out with its tail on the street, and let him tell how non-corporatively he acts without clearing his workplace. Getting rid of Dima by a comment in a personal case was considered lucky.

How many people he fired, and how many he forced to fired, is unknown. But one day he was not himself. Yesterday he cut off the shelf, the kitchen and the facilities with his wooden nose, and today he is not there. If I say I’m looking for him, I’ll happen. Everyone breathed up relaxed.

But to you, dear reader, I just have to tell you, for what a story without a culmination.

The smoke was caught by the director when he once again pulled money out of the box to supposedly return the customer the amount of the lost / lost / cooled order. This is called "reimbursement", and in the simple accounting language "strictly". So, Dima for the shift managed to turn off dozens of orders in favor of non-existent customers, putting the money received in his pocket. By the way, not in vain then in the Mac was forbidden employees to have in their pocket at least a penny. But who their managers, will check. The smoke was still checked, because the cash report of his change always showed records on compensation. These are the big dates.

Since then, the rule “the more a person puts pressure on corporativity, the more likely it will be to rot” has never deceived me.

Lena, you forgot to paint!
Nothing terrible though.
It is you who thinks so...