They look at me strangely at work. One girl’s computer started to reboot. There are two people in one compound in exchange. So the guy is okay, and as this girl is on the shift, so she hangs, the screen turns off, ripples, and so on. It became interesting. After a couple of weeks of unsuccessful trials, I was moved by statics as I sat on a chair after this girl.
It turned out that the girl rolls her ass on the chair and electrifies herself, and electrifies it, and the chair frame is metal, the seat is a dielectric. When the girl rides on it on the floor, the metal foot on the wheels touches the stitch that goes into the computer, with all the outflows. In short, she stuck me at the moment when I roasted her chair and floor underneath with an antistatic. She leaned carefully toward me and so dangerously said "What are you doing". The answer came by itself - "Your energy cleans". It would be nothing, but the problem disappeared.

G0ST: This post was about such good friends. The grandmother brought his grandfather something delicious that he could not have after the operation at all... so he died, but was full.

Sometimes suggestions are more effective than words.
When we started living with my wife, she studied, I worked. There were no questions about keeping the household, I wagered at 1.5 bets, and she had enough time.
Then she also went to work 9-18, which is actually 6-20. But in addition to everyday life, you want to go somewhere, meet friends, go for a walk, watch movies, read, and just relax. Time and effort for homework has become significantly less. At first, I got used to having to take the rubbish out of my duties.
And here in the light of a new life faced with the fact that the house affairs should be shared. In words I seemed to understand everything, and even agreed, but in fact there were always 100 reasons why not now, but later. Buying/doing reminders have disappeared in most cases. The conflict was shortened.
My wife acted wisely. Not a scandal, the type agreed. I breathed with relief. And then I noticed that we eat more and more pasta and strawberries, sausages, clothes appeared, suddenly, also does not wash itself and does not smooth.
Then I thought. I went from work, bought a little food, meat. I ate a fresh salad for dinner. During the week of dusting, the next day was a time for salt.
So love and respect each other, read the changes in behavior, and if you can't explain them yourself, then ask and clarify without hassles. Peace to you.

xxx: Yes, I am sure of that. You would see how he dropped the calls)) I didn't tell you more, but once they all split up, you understand, since it was on the beach, he saw me in all my cellulite 120+ and still in the light of the bright sun)) And I don't know how to say, but in short, I was in the strings, well I thought that the fat in the swimsuit is not hidden, but in the strings, even if the butt burns. And here are you representing that kind and uron for the psychic of that boy? :) Yes, he, probably, six months more nightmares dreamed, and maybe dream of me as I stretch my fat pen and say with a fat voice "Go sooo мнооооойй"))))

Madam, you are a fat troll.

Protect your lives.

We stand and wait for a taxi. The controller said that Toyota will come, the state meter is like that. Wait for the giraffes to come. The Driver:
Or ordered a taxi?
“Well, we were waiting for Toyota (asserting that we may not be his customers).
What?! Do you like our cars? Give it to Toyota! Go for a walk like that!
He leaves... o

This is the business of taxi drivers. A legal taxi driver accepts orders from the driver and resells them to an illegal. And he is not responsible for you, his car can be in an emergency and literally collapse on the go. It is necessary to call the controller and inform that another car came to the call instead of the declared car.

here here :

To say to the proud ham that hamstorming is not the best strategy is, it turns out, "pull the disagreeing with dirt." Those who go are gentle. Probably, that is why they are crashing into the operators - they will not respond and will not cause psychological trauma to the poor.

You were poorly educated - to name a personal telephone number to a person who did not give it to you is already a shame.

There was no call center at my previous job. Although it would be better for a couple of employees to be removed from the main duties and put on the phones than to suffer foolishness, as the precious bosses eventually came up with: everyone gave out lists with phones and addresses of the target audience and a bonus to the main duties (worth to say that with any advertising NIKAK not related) ordered to call. They called, asked, the type, if someone does not need the services of our organization, dictated phones in case someone suddenly turned. Happy end? FIG is there! The headquarters decided that it was necessary to call again every month - suddenly it was not necessary for a person, and here it was necessary.
I, fucking, introvert, I strange people to call in general stress, although, seemingly, nobody hammered. Although it was expected - the target audience is full of elderly women, for whom such suffering is equated to fraud.
You know, customers are too few. Prices changed, preferential services became less, the right to benefits became less people even among pensioners, and the norms of the number of services at the same time raised - and the holy confidence that employees who are not convincing enough in the role of telephone messengers are to blame for the shortage of customers.

"You probably so every time and the sanitary, and the cleaning workers once more spending on the floor, also the fools took on the ugly work."

Do not confuse. I respect the work of cleaners and sanitarians. They have a low-paid, but useful job. On the other hand, the employees of the call centers, arranging for work, understand that in large part their task will be one - to fucking people's brains. and signed it. Maybe someone goes there out of despair, I don't know, but the fact remains a fact - it's really a disgusting job.

A woman from the hospital reports:
The patient after the operation is afraid that when the anesthesia is completely over, it will hurt and he will scream, asks for anesthesia in advance, and the sister answers to him, yeah, don't be afraid, we have a grandmother here at night, and in general, it's the same surgery, I will also soon start screaming!

We stand and wait for a taxi. The controller said that Toyota will come, the state meter is like that. Wait for the giraffes to come. The Driver:
Or ordered a taxi?
“Well, we were waiting for Toyota (asserting that we may not be his customers).
What?! Do you like our cars? Give it to Toyota! Go for a walk like that!
He leaves... o

XHH: Fuck, business business, network marketing-hunting) calls me the lady with whom I worked together in the office, a clever, though anecdotal blonde. And he says – I’m building a business, I have a networking company here, bla bla bla, passive income, raise money, etc., let’s meet, and you’ll also call and grab people. And I say that I am a lazy ass, I don’t want to, I sit at home and quietly sew my clothes. The plates? She talks with enthusiasm... and here, I have a new client)
WOW: It is perfect. Do you really want to go marketing?

I didn’t understand the meaning of fresh holywares – about the dredge from which my wife left. What did he actually want? To make a woman who is bad with him put on a cross and humbly drown in the mud? Here he regrets in vain the absence of goodwillers, with such an approach to life to the girl, probably, even before marriage with him a bunch of these goodwillers shouted "run away from such a fool, run away - while young, you can't normally meet."
In order for these indifferent to someone else’s personal life on your side to act, you need to be a “solid Ippolit” – the bride herself is aware that the flamboyant is inadequate and that will leave her alone with the passing person under the slogan “Kiso was offended”, but the others see only respectfulness and imaginary reliability. On the side of such a husband, all the moms and girlfriends who are trying to escape no one supports. A little gamer" they thicken, even when the wife is OK with him, let’s talk about a problem situation.

The Old Guard

XXX: Going on a horse
YYY: Making the move of the Gypsies
xxx: * makes a move by dumbels*
WOW: *does move with rollers*
XHH: * makes the course of fifth class on the excursion*
WOW: *does the course of the director of the school*
XHHH: * does the move Masyanya* (Director? You go to the fuck, director!

Peter is different from Siberia.

Snow in Siberia.
Drivers: Okay, I’m in winter tires.
Walkers: Okay, I am in the valleys.
Road service: Okay, let’s get rid of this shit.

Snow in Peter.
Drivers of AAAAAA.
The pedestrian: AAAAAAAA
Road services: AAAAAAAA

by totoev_1989
And what if Elon Musk is actually an alien who has arrived to us from another galaxy, crashing his spacecraft at landing, and desperately trying to push the progress there, in order to quickly land home?

The Pink Dildo:
Then the first thing he would do would be to send a signal to his galaxy.
Although with land tariffs, it is actually cheaper to build a spacecraft...

by Pangolin:
Maybe he sent a signal. But he received a message "Sir. This is the case. This planet is infected with naked spots, we cannot approach it according to galactic laws. Let us land on a neighboring uninhabited planet, and you can get there somehow on the road"

In the eyes of the abandoned, marriage is a disguised adoption. Such a selfish aunt promised a little boy to take on the pen, did not manage and gave up, ah-ya-ya...
There is a stronger suspicion that she left, that she counted on mutual support and care with an adult man, and received an adopted boy.

The better a cat is fed, the worse it eats.

Here is the real story.
Once upon a time, near us, in the middle of a residential house, there was a restaurant. A small and cozy restaurant with live classical music. The violin, the piano, all the work. Of course, the public is appropriate.
The local brother's restaurant was not popular, but sometimes a gold brigade landed in the restaurant. Just to eat or rest after a good deal, it doesn’t matter.
Classical music started to upset her quickly. Then they called the meter, and demanded "to put a normal monsoon, or let these monsoon normal weaken." The meter, looking in the eyes of his brother, explained that he could not do this because he had the indication of the roof.
“Where is your roof?” I asked my brother.
He closed his eyes and pointed his finger to the ceiling.
“So call it!” told him.
“The Seymour!” - bending in worship answered the meter, and moved away toward his office.
If the brother could follow his further actions, he would be very surprised. In the office, he took a long rod and knocked on the ceiling several times.
Five minutes later, the longest in ten minutes, the SOBR fighters went into the restaurant hall and laid the resting melomans face down. Without any special consequences. The stems will be removed, the drug, and after a short preventive conversation will be removed. But the desire to continue to insist on changing the repertoire of the brother after that is greatly disappearing.

The secret of all these decorations was as follows.
When the restaurant just opened, the owner had a conflict with the tenant who occupied the apartment right above the restaurant. The resident did not like the noise, but he was especially irritated by the musical repertoire. He could not tolerate pop and chanson, but he was very respectful of classical music. The resident was not a simple history, and although he was retired for a long time, but among his former colleagues he great authority and popularity. With the owner of the restaurant, they agreed that the repertoire of the restaurant would consist exclusively of classical works, and in case of any excesses, he undertook to take all responsibility.
He has never broken his obligations.

Communion with a fox.

When the nurse, having carried out a complicated procedure, turned away from the box of delicious candy offered in thanksgiving, he surprisedly shrugged his eyebrows.
When the gardener of the restaurant, Savoy, pleasantly dressed in a expensive coat, pretended that he did not notice the stretched strawberry, and turned away, he struck his lips in astonishment.
And only when a legless disabled man, having removed the submitted five-dollar bill, jumped and, whispering, "Holy, holy!" hid in the church custody, Sechin finally understood what is today in Russia the bad fame of an honest man.

Straga: A courier was taken to work, the management asked to buy his ticket for the subway and pay for it accordingly in the accounting office. In the accounting office to pay for the ticket refused, as there is no order on the courier about the travel nature of the work. This is all you need to know about the company I work for.