Yesterday I sat in my ears at work, listen to music, read tours.
It is a degenerative hi-hi-chikanie caused by Monica.
Here comes the courier.
Approaching the Boss
I just take my ears off and tell the boss that the project is ready.
I hear the dialogue:
Courier – what’s there for a roaring goblin in your ears?
The boss slips under the table and gives out – it’s not a goblin, it’s our new video engineer.

Okay, then I had to get to the second comp, I push back with a chair on the rolls
To get to him.
My chair clings to the foot of the table and covers me on the floor.
by itself thunder, rust and my quiet from the floor: fucking
Here is the fucking)

I’m starting to worry about my reputation at work)))