Effective response to employee delays

In my work, the management decided to effectively combat delays, although I will not say that everything was critical, in my department there were a total of 2-3 delays a month at all. They imposed fines:
Delay from 1 to 10 minutes 500 rubles
Delay of 11-30 minutes 1000 rubles
Delay of more than 30 minutes 5000 rubles.

At the same time, no matter if you slept or fell under the action of unbearable forces, the penalty will still be applied. The management believes that you have to anticipate all situations.
I live in a sleeping area and in case of an emergency the area gets into traffic jams. You can go, but for a long time.

So it happened to me somehow shortly after the introduction of the penalty system - an accident at one of the intersections colored the streets in red color on the navigator screen. I am standing in a traffic jamming and looking at the increasing time of arrival at work. In 10 minutes, the working day will start, and I have only walked a little bit of the road. And the navigator shows that the time of my journey has already accumulated not only on the penalty, but on the maximum. Until the working day comes, I call the boss and say, say, I have an emergency, I tearfully ask for my account today. In this regard, the boss always goes to meet us, you can write a statement in the back. She got good, turned around and went home.

My daily salary is less than the threatening fine. The effectiveness of the penalty system is simply overwhelming - it is cheaper for the employee to take a break and rest a day than to "pay" for the opportunity to work and bring profit to the company. But the leadership is enough - the delays have stopped. But, apparently, my scheme and other employees have been squeezed. The number of retreats increased. And I have been working out currencies from this realm of “efficiency and professionalism” over the last few days.

All the sounds, smells, colors in nature serve one purpose - to seduce!
Eat or eat, depending on the circumstances.

My daughter was in the first class, there was an ISO lesson that day. I take her from school, we go, we talk. She tells me, "Mommy, we painted a goose today, and one boy, in order to decorate it even more, cut off his hair and glued it so that it would be mocked, and we put him a pair.

How, how was it possible? ? to ? to He did not regret his hair, came up with five for his creative approach, non-standard thinking, creativity, just regret him.

Since then, between us, the underground name of this boy, goose)))

Years eight or nine I was, brought to the "children's world" of our military town assembly torpedo boats with an electric motor, worth 14 p.

The boat literally dreamed of me, the number of boxes with the boat in the store was aimed at the number zero, but my parents rejected my idea of buying because the self-lipped models were everything in the apartment (on the ceiling, under my feet, in the servant), and the price at the time was bite.

I lost my rest, there were three boxes with boats left, and eventually decided to go out of the store in pieces.

Waited when the sellers would go into the box, went into the box without opening and pulled out the electric motor (the first thing that got under his hand), left the store, from the adrenaline until the skin smoked, he ran home without touching the ground.

The next day, my dad took me to the store, behind the boat, and I still hired it. There was one box left on the shelf, I almost lost consciousness from joy, shaken by anticipation.

The vendors packed the box to check the completeness, look, and there is no motor. We did not sell the boat.

My emotions on the way home could not be described in words.

Then I thought deeply about my actions and their consequences.

The teacher was stolen.

Fairly and honestly the fate dealt with me.

Xxx: Once, when the hryvnia was introduced, and it was even heavier in value, I bought my first glasses for my money. It cost 30 hryvnia. I go, look at the sides, surprised by the dramatically improved resolution of the surrounding world. There... the grass is not just green, and the grasses are separate... the asphalt is not just gray, but has a complex facture, with different shades and different shades... op-pa. money... on the asphalt. of 50 grams. So in the first half an hour, the glasses paid off. It was not a small amount.

Xxx: And I once really ran away from the man so, and he ran straight after me.

I came back in the evening from work, I crossed the courtyard, headed to my entrance and I see a black figure moving toward me through the courtyard (winter, late evening, it is pretty dark in the courtyard). I accelerate the step and on the move I get the keys (it saved me in the end that I got them before I went into the entrance), the figure accelerates too, in the end I quickly type the code on the entrance door, but the gateway was long (i.e. There were no options to stop and pull her onto yourself), and the figure is already very close and I already understand that it is moving intentionally towards me. I open the door of the entrance and fly up the stairs, live on the fourth floor, run and pray that the castle in the door this time does not come in!!! A man blows behind me, between us two passes, I fly to the door (keys in hand!!!) between me and this shit one pass, I insert the key, turn - the lock worked!!! I fly into the apartment and clamp the door naturally in front of his nose and immediately on the inner claw - outside the pin on the door, then the silence.

How I trembled after – not to pass on, I called my best friend and they and my husband came to pick me up, just couldn’t be there alone that night. Until now, as I remember the feeling that I may have just escaped death – as if I run down that staircase again and pray for the castle to work.

A case postponed for tomorrow acquires an honorary status – a matter of the future.

You can be innocent a thousand times, but don’t go to the police without a lawyer.
(A known lawyer

I had a longtime client and companion. Not on the bench - bread to eat and coffee in the park to drink, but on the bars. Not hard, but in any case – offensive and with consequences.

The case was so.

On an autumn, dark, rainy November evening, this gentle and hearty idylist went out on the six-lane Jurmal Highway. Charitable highway: flat asphalt in places, acceleration and braking lanes, a two-meter fence and a fighter separates it. In the summer - limit of 100, in the winter - 90. Not without defects, but who without them? There are no lights anywhere. Somewhere a fence – as if his mol had eaten. But overall not bad. Do it better and then criticize, right? There are pedestrian bridges. and two.

But I distracted. It happens.

There was nowhere to rush our hero, so when at the end of the speed lane a pair of bombs jumped across, the speed of his racing car was about 70 km/h. Having demonstrated the wonders of extreme driving, our hero almost managed to circumvent them. It is hardly counted. He grabbed one with a mirror, and the other with a strong pencil on the back door.

“What did the bomziki do when they crossed a six-band road with a fence in the dark?“Ask of you. And I will tell you that you are not local! Locals know: on the other side of this route there are "houses" and garden houses.

Yes Yes Yes! The same gardens, where the plantations are carried in the summer and where the bomziki inhabit in the winter, simultaneously burn these houses, going to meet Peter or Petteris, depending on the location. Everyone can meet the owner of the house in the spring in his house. And some of them have the view of the veteran of hot spots and the cynicism of the pathologist. But I was distracted again. It happens.

While our hero was running around the car and called an ambulance, police, a bombardment who got the door in his ass, took his feet in his hands and, successfully repeating the attempt to storm the citadel, literally left the gardens. The second, having tried, realized that the meeting with the mirror did not go without consequences, and with a broken edge you can not escape far. I agree. I know by myself.

From the protocol of the road police is known that in the conditions of poor visibility, in the dark time of day, without reflectors, the victims crossed the multi-band highway in the wrong place, one victim was in the state of alcoholic intoxication... and further on the text. Get, sign up, no, we do not take the rights, wait for an answer.

The answer came in a couple of weeks. The initiation of a criminal case. This is always the case when there are victims. They are light and medium. Broken ribs and broken ass.

The investigation began and here we remember the epigram. Never, hear, never go alone to meetings if you are mentioned in a criminal case! Don’t go out in Africa and meet with an investigator alone.

Everything is simple and sad:
“Say, my dear and naive friend, could you avoid the clash?
Not at all, dear detective.
Why do you think so? Oh the naive citizen!
It was dark, and they jumped out right in front of the hood.
Do you want to drive slower? Could you stop, you think?
I was driving 70km instead of 90km. They jumped out...
But the rules do not prohibit you from driving 50 km/h. 90 km/h is the maximum speed limit, not the minimum speed. The minimum speed sign looks like white numbers on a blue background on a round sign.
"But after all, the flow speed was 90 km/h and I needed to fit into the stream!
Thank you, I have no more questions.

And there was an investigative experiment, but in the day and in the dry time.

And there was a trial, but through Zoom.

And our hero-idealist was sentenced to one month in prison and one year on condition. By way of way, depriving him of his rights for three years and issuing a sentence, which he will bear for the next ten years, and which will prosecute him after repayment. As long as he does not violate the rules for another year. any of them. Otherwise, a conditional year like those pants becomes real.

What about the bombs, you ask? They are all well, I think. The second, like the first, escaped. Only the next day. From the hospital. They were not in court. There was no lawyer. It’s not my fault, our hero said.

Until the last moment he waited for the judge to say, “Well, it’s absurd! The man is innocent!" or the prosecutor with a clever smile ticks under the ribs and says, "How we played you! You were filmed with a hidden camera!”

No one said. As far as the camera is concerned, it almost worked.

Have you read the message to the Federal Assembly?
Putin is telling stories.
What this time?
Something from Kipling.

On the street, a cute Russian-speaking girl begins to play with my dog. We have a dialogue we sit laughing I say compliments etc.

At some point she gets serious looking at me and says, “You’re very cool and funny,” and at the moment when my mind is overwhelmed by self-admiration adds, “I’m sad that my dad isn’t like that.”

My grandfather's parents bought shoes at the graduation. He wore them for the rest of his life. Then they were carried by his son (my grandfather), then his son (my father), then my older brother, then our middle brother, and when they got me, they broke up on the second day. My father said I can’t wear things.

They thought the deputies were the servants of the people, and they turned out to be the servants of the devil.

The story is quite funny. And I remembered this when I heard about the sentence to a police officer who allegedly stifled George Floyd, this law-abiding citizen of the United States.

by Fabula.
In a rather distant time, I lived with my wife in Arizona. A small house, stable income, everything I liked.
Until they appeared.
After six months of neighboring with African Americans, it became simply unbearable to live, neither regular police calls nor conspiracies saved, nor even the offer of bribery to a sheriff known for five years - to humiliate this shell.
Nothing at all.

It was then that we and our neighbors co-operated, and daily began to go out into a voluntary patrol, covering ourselves with the fact that we were looking for a rush that attacked a child (and at that time it really was such a case, and the shooting of rushes in Arizona is not prohibited, they are not a guard).

Then they thought. They began to behave much quieter. Because of their mentality, of course.

I don’t want to say that this particular case is suitable for everything related to them, but it seems that it’s all about it.

- Why did you not remove the cowards yet, now the master will come to repair the heating?
Do we have no money left?
Remove the cowards from the battery!

More than 10 years ago, when my children and the children of my friends were young, two young mothers I knew came into a toy store. One of them had two children at the time, they were five to six years old, and the other also had two children a little younger. The one who has a little less experience of motherhood, walks among the shelves, chooses what to please the children, stops at the shelf with musical instruments, takes a toy dude in his hands and begins to consider it. There is a mother with a lot of experience.

What are you doing!? to

Yes, I want to buy kids.

You have gone crazy!? to

What is it?

“Ola, it’s a dude, they’re going to fuck it!

XXX: So Krasnodar is the village wash, the capital of the villages



Yyy: Fuck, the wash is where you live!



XXX: So I live in Krasnodar

All presidents are servants of the devil and swear by the Bible.

To be honest, I am annoyed by successful, sloppy people in expensive clothes, who seem to have broken out of the chain and now from endless advertisements regularly offer people not very successful, and most likely not very cared for, to take loans under profitable interest rates.
Right here they hide.

Here are all deserved actors, talented directors, wonderful singers and other humorists of all kinds.
With well-set voices, confident intonations, friendly flashing and encouragingly knocking on the shoulder, they tell you how beneficial and wonderful it is. What fucking do you do?

Oh, just enough for a new kitchen - the wife of a famous director is delighted. Come with us!
With whom are you? Who else you see here, list! I am alone here!
I doubt very much that this woman bought cabinets for her kitchen in credit. I counted for a long time, rattled the lobby painfully, pretending how much a month would have to pay, decided for a long time and then still went and formalized. Despite the upcoming, guaranteed family scandal and an angry husband, who will stretch his painfully thin, semi-transparent hands and talk — well, where do you get this kitchen? We have nothing to eat, and you are the kitchen. We’re going to go hungry, but at a new table, right? very well! Just wonderful!
That was what you wanted? You are the mother of my children! What are you creating? Oh woe to me woe, I should have listened to my mother and not married you, a wasted witch!
And the children in the corners will wave terribly and the grandmother will run out and curse everyone she gets.

Some household Stanislavsky in me wakes up after yesterday’s excesses and, grimcating the muddy zenks, overwhelmingly orates the promising “I don’t believe!” Well, these people do not take loans and collectors do not call them and do not take out the threat on the door with a balloon.

Advertising for loans must be honest.
Must stand in the frame of a dumb, unattractive aunt and with her - a male male male. Both — in terrible pieces from the market, shredded and old, both — look ten or fifteen years older than their age, unhealthy face, teeth yellow, wrinkles, pimples, baldness, that’s all. And a long, boring story in their execution, about how they took, of course, but, as the popular wisdom says, you always take strangers and for a while, and give your blood and forever, and also with interest.

And this is how unpleasant and in general, it is necessary to live by the means, and not to produce the credit network, thus undermining the economy, bringing it into the next hole of crisis.
And the court officers to be in the frame, the property would be described and perched not to the full paid TV, and collectors with angry faces to scratch their fingers threateningly, and this girl is here, who every month will call and speak in a disgusting voice - Tatiana Markovna, you delayed the monthly payment, what is the problem? When are you ready to pay off your debt?

And let inflation charts be immediately, hinting as if you took three hundred thousand for three years, and in three years it is well you know what will be, not money. And the music to play from the movie "Reckviem of Dreams".

That would be fair.
But all these bright, open faces, all these cute guys with a manicure, this whole white-tooth talk is disgusting, I think. And all these actors-directors-songwriters-jokers I would not have watched and listened to after that, although I still do not watch or listen to them. I do not advise you. I do not recommend borrowing, although I have never taken it. No matter what, I do not recommend.
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We wait for Rospotrebnadzor to detect phosphate in Czech beer, and Škoda cars recognize as the main source of accidents.

I go to the pool 3-4 times a week, the dressing rooms in this sports complex are huge - for 100 cabinets each. Women are naturally there naked at all, but with phones in their hands. And yesterday I split up, and then after training, a bunch of girls aged 12-13, begin to wire, dry their hair, put on shorts, and one girl takes a cell phone and let’s take a picture of the girlfriend. Those wort - Nastya do not shoot without cowards, Nastya do not send and so on.

Well, what do you do with children - there are no rules and prohibitions to put phones in the dressing room.

And then they will send this video to some man on the phone and he will have child pornography - here is the article for you.

I don’t even know what to do in such cases.