2000 year, I am a security guard in a small office, my wife just got an accountant to work in another firm. In the evening, I complained that I first submitted my accounts to the tax office, and then understood that I paid, and how to make corrections in the accounting and what it will be from the tax office, too. The next day, in the middle of the day, I go to the office to the chief of staff and literally put the problem of unfortunate reporting on my blue eye. She says, say, Igoryan, it’s all simple: it’s there, it’s here, it’s... in short, give my wife my phone, let her call in the evening. I don't know what secret knowledge my Olya got then, but how much she worked there, with accounting, everything was perfect.
Yesterday, the wife (the head of a small office) tells me: I sit behind the reports, knock on the door, our young engineer will freeze, and apologize for the worry... and how to correct if the tax reporting was incorrectly submitted, or my wife has just begun to account. A thousand thousand thousand thousand! The spiral of time!
Galina Ivanovna, we remember you, a great human thanks for science!