I have always had a girl’s memory. No, as long as you’re working on something – it’s all fine, but after the end of the project, in a couple of months, I almost forget everything. That is why this amazing story is possible.

Last week I got a call from a wealthy organization. We once supplied them and assembled equipment. And now they ask to solve the problem of illumination and illumination. They showed. Three dozen classrooms with computer management. Plus the outside. And strangely, automation seems to work, but by some idiotic logic. They say, so invented their chief manager, who was finally paid off for all the nonsense he did. But when he left, he captured all the drawings. In short, you need to change everything in mind.

By that time, I had already remembered that I was running a project here, but everything else, unfortunately, was erased. And with the manager they fought several times.

Work is decent. I pretend how many people and time it takes, add for pathosity, voice the price. Everyone agrees and signs.
I have time, and I, asking the electrician for a staircase, climb under the ceiling. Look at the transmission.
From the first box hangs a brittle and dusty sheet of paper, written in Russian. I am surprised to recognize my writing.

“It’s not you, but it’s me. I hope you are still working, and you have been called to fix what this fool has done. In the panel number Svetkin DR, behind a bunch of blue wires you hid the scheme. Connect to the label, and it will work. You will manage in an hour. 14 May 2012 »