Our leader is very sensitive to the aspirations of the Russians. After all, it is about the Victory Parade that the Russians are now thinking. About the parade and quite a little about the fear of dying from the coronavirus, staying without work, without money. The most important thing is the parade.

In the middle class, we had an economic game. The essence was that the "tasks" were hanged - there, to green the floor, to set up a roof, to remove snow, etc. Each student could come and take a task, the school currency (marks with a stamp) was given for the performance. At the end of the auction, where real things could be purchased for marks (backpack, magnetophone, etc.) I decided to show the guys how to make money. I showed it is true :)



From the upper classes there was an initiative group ("committee"), which distributed tasks, checked and paid marks. Students could gather and propose to the committee their task for the benefit of the school (to write, justify, etc.) If the committee agreed on it, it was included in the list and new brands were released under it (you catch up, right?and :)

So here. There were those who worked. For example, removed the snow - honestly got 20 marks. Someone tried to buy or sell brands. There were those who stood in the committee and "solved issues" - to get a good task, close the taken, etc. But the most clown was with new tasks. The closer to the auction, the more they appeared. Check all doors in the school - 100 marks! Read a lecture on the PDD - 200! Naturally, they were immediately “after somebody.” Some were executed on the same day. To come to the committee and offer a new task became impossible - a lot of work, we have a turn:) Everything only through "solved".



When the auction began in the courtroom, the prices started from thousands. "Workers", who accumulated 200-300 marks, just left - nothing to catch. Everyone bought “barricades” and “grills”. The teachers looked at it with square eyes. The "committees" could not participate in the auction, but they all then cheated with the players from the auction. Some teachers said it was a circus, even threatened to “discover.” But then everybody got hit.

This was a short course on the characteristics of Russian business.

The state is an institution that restricts the freedom of citizens in order to expand its own.

Project department of the construction office.
Another employer arrived. Sounds the task:
I have an unconstructed one-story building in the city center. built under the office. Can you complete it and project another floor to get a two-storey building, but only with a flat roof?
We can.
Will the roof be flat?
Why not? If you want a flat, we will.
I thought :
- Or maybe you can and three-storey, but with a flat roof?
It can also be three-storey. Why is it so important for you that the roof is flat?
The man, smiling quite:
I’ll put another floor up! by Sam. Then somehow!
I stared at him:
So if you need a four-story building, we can design a four-story building for you.
Customer with caution:
Will the roof be flat?

The largest number of moving parts are in the sand clock, and the largest moving parts are in the solar.

It happened a week ago, but the situation only allowed today.

As I said before, I sell my own knives and sell them through eBay and Etsy.

and 99. 5% - butts: just silently buy what they need, ask a couple of questions, and that's all. This is the best type of client.

There are cascades, but very rarely. But recently I got burned. (K is the client)

A client from Canada wrote to me.

K - Good, I want to buy from you chiridashes (such small knives of interesting shape). Are you sending to Canada?

I – Yes of course. Now with the mail is a problem, but I use the service of another mail organization, and they deliver quickly. Canada is about 12 days away.

Q - Okay, then I have two chiridashes, and can they make cheetahs from kaidex?

Yes, I have no problem.

He takes two small knives, and I note my order to the table.

One day passes, and he again.

K is Hi! How is my order? )

I am good! It will be ready in a week, as described in the description. Everything on time!

K is good. Can I get two more curls?

I – Yes of course. I will do. Just make a purchase, and I will report in one package.

Q. Can I get a gift? I took two rentals yesterday, and I think you won’t have to report anything to me :)

I did not quite understand him here. I read it 5 times and thought that my English was really bad.

What do I mean by “gift”?

Q - Well, times are tough, there are not so many customers now, and I have made two purchases. I think it makes sense to show your loyalty to the buyer. You don’t want a bad response, right?

Oh you p@dars! This guy is really threatening me. I adhere to the policy that any conflict should be resolved as peacefully as possible, and if I am at least to some extent wrong - it is better to return the money. But this is the first time I meet that I am so threatened in the face! And the most evil thing is that I can no longer cancel the order: it has paid, and according to the rules of the service has the full right to leave a review.

I – yes, of course I will.

K is great! I wait!

I did not argue with him. Muddak thinks he is the smartest and has to do with a poor master from a third world country: but fuck you.

I scan our dialogue and write to Admin Atsi. They are, of course, those still fools, and almost in any situation are on the side of the client, but here they even fainted. They said they will get it done.

A week passes and I get the answer: The user is blocked because he repeatedly violated the rule of the resource, the transaction is cancelled.

The store stood up on my side, the cattle was blocked, and even the money didn’t have to be returned.

Is that what a man has in his head? It’s a pity that he took the two cheapest knives, but it’s still nice. I hope that this down has made several such orders at once from others and now has flown for a round amount.

Peace to you and good customers!

Engaged in opening the locks, and more specifically what should be closed and opened accordingly.

So, there is an application from the controller, you need to open the door, documents in your hands, a drunk husband procureed the keys... I come and watch the painting with oil, the blue body is on the site, next to the aunt with the documents in your hands... We specify the cost of opening and the price of replacement, the opening is agreed, and we will make the replacement of the type ourselves, you only get the old one. Well okay we work... I opened, I got the lock, gave it to my aunt and I gathered the tool. As soon as I gathered, I realized that my aunt merged with the castle unnoticed and naturally did not pay for the opening. I picked up her number, took it and said, like the husband lost the keys, let him pay, and this reminds me of an absolutely blue body, that is, in shit... Well, I had to carefully twist the wagon along the perimeter and twisted the door to the metal to the box. The wagon to the place and home... Three hours later, the truth for a triple price and "money in front" "opened" again. While re-opening, the aunt was crying that the shit didn't run it, but then it all came up: there is no castle, there is nothing to take, the husband will wake up flooded into the apartment and will be closed on the roofs, and she will buy a new castle...

Sitting in the kitchen, 3 children, 9 years old, 6 and 3, began to jump on me, I on the couch under them started pretending, whispering, saying that it was hard to breathe and to tear. He pretended to be unconscious. As a result, the elderly was still trying to check the breath, the heart beats or not, the warm or already cooled, but after 30 minutes everyone decided that Daddy is asleep (although the elderly paid attention to the absence of snoring), a little bit of me struck, assessed what a hike went out, ran and while Daddy "sleep" swallowed tea and got a candy. As a result, the rescue is hardly worth waiting, but the children can make a living.

The path to defeat begins with the thought of one’s own invincibility.

Borders are closed, rallies and gatherings are prohibited, any travel except for work requires a special pass, pensioners die, and working pensioners can not be paid. Do you really think they’re going to look for a vaccine?

At the end of the biographical films must show a photo of the prototype, so that everyone would understand how ugly he is compared to the actor.

On Saturday, there was a bold and, I am not afraid of this word, a professional robbery of our firm.

Audacious because the guard was fifty meters from the central office, and professional because two thieves (cams shot three, but one was on the road) in just seven minutes had time to silently expose the glass package, open the door of the box office, scrape the 70-kilogram seat in the concrete, pull it out the window, sink and hide in the car...

The speed and coherence of actions spoke about the fact that the thieves spent more than one day on training, every step was thought out, every little thing except one... on this day the cashier foolishly forgot to remove the safe all the daily revenue (a little more than a million rubles) and left it a row on the table under the folders...

Even a little bit of theft, so tried...

Previously, I worked as an electrical assembler and came from the guard after a few days of rest, I started shabashing, first with acquaintances then when Avito appeared I had an announcement there about the urgent work of Electric. And a woman calls me and asks how much it will cost to change the lighthouse in the room. Started to find out what exactly the luster, that is, different, turned out to be a simple 5 rough, named the amount (I don't remember the exact amount but in the transfer for our money now) about 1500 rubles, the lady agrees and I take the tool with food expenditure to the address.

I was met by a normal woman, Hello, Go!



I went through, looked at the front of the work and in the runway, in five minutes removed the old one, 10 minutes took the assembly of a new one and 5 minutes to install it in place, even the perforator was not needed, the holes under the fittings were perfect. In total, taking into account the inspection and clarification of all cases, the dismantling and installation of the luster took 25 minutes.



I say: All the housewife take the job and show that everything is turned on and lights up and I am pleased that I quickly and without dust settled in half an hour.

Here a gentle woman gets 200 rubles and gives me with the words "My husband said that this job is no longer worth it and too much for 20 minutes of work, he doesn't earn so much."

Whose husband did not change it? And he works, he earns money, she replied.

I begin to explain that my knowledge of electricity, tools, consumables, transportation costs and wages, i.e. profits, and your 200 rubles are only transportation costs for gasoline, i.e. to go to you through the whole city. I also begin to say that I agreed for 1500 rubles with you and not with your husband and if you initially sounded the price of 200 rubles then I would not go to you, and you agreed, so please pay.

Here the woman began to scream like a heat-taking whistle, STRONG AND CONTRA, that we are all scammers and that we would only use them and exhaust ourselves from here.

I understand that it is useless to scream with her, I quietly stand on the board and take off a new luster. She stopped breathing, she stood dumb and quietly watched what I was doing, and I removed and disassembled the screws and hooks again and put it back into the box beneath her and silently try to leave. Here she woke up and let us say how they are now without light and that they need to be collected back and hanged. He replied to her: The work was done, you did not pay, what is the matter, now you need to do the work again, accordingly, the price increases twice, i.e. with you 3000 and right now otherwise I will not do anything.

So much dirt to his address never heard, eventually sent NACHER her and her sick head, then began calls from her and her husband with the demand to return to the place at least the old luster, but were also sent NACHER!



It turns out her husband works and earns money, and I fucking go pine!

xxx: I remember being brought somewhere in my childhood (years 7) on a shale in the woods. I got out of the car, standing and thinking where to run. I see - in the bushes there is a beautiful green grass, flat such, only surrounded by grass, like bortices. Well, I think I will run there. I was going to jump over the grass right on that grass. What stopped a few steps from the grass, I don’t know. changed my mind somehow. She returned, told the adults about the "pollank", and they were so lazy, "A, it's a mud."



YYYY :

A minute of education. :D

As an inhabitant of the taiji, where such swamps are more than solid soil, I can tell an interesting thing. How the shake works.

The fact is that the whole mud is impregnated with natural gas bubbles to the depths. and methane. This is the result of the decomposition of the organic matter from which any mud actually consists. Remains of plants and insects. Even the turf itself (and such swamps are almost always turf) when decomposed releases gas.

So here. In a calm state, the gas bubbles are quietly at different depths, dissolved in water, attached to the remains of organic matter, and do not disturb anyone.

But it is worth getting into this dirt to the person as he begins to "destroy". From the vibrations, gas bubbles are released, crushed into larger balls, and, in fact, turn the water and dirt around the person into carbon. The dirt literally begins to “burn.” At the same time, it reduces the average density of the substance. Such a gas-rich dirt is much less dense, it literally becomes lighter than a person. And, according to Archimedes' law, a man drowns in it like a cast iron battery.

That’s why the first rule for a crashed person is not to move.

It doesn’t matter, quickly, slowly – any movement causes the separation of gas bubbles, and a complete loss of fluidity. Lie on your stomach straight, breathe lightly, shut down and wait for help.

To hope to be able to swim out, or escape by yourself, is the same as crossing a river with a band of bricks.

A worker is a person who prefers to work in his free time.

At the beginning of the century, Kolya moved to a new apartment and was happy. Comfortable planning, new micro-area, intelligent logistics. Everything is wonderful. It is a bit unusual to see rows of identical garages, which could only be distinguished by the number. Yes, in the old garage apartment everyone put himself, hence a variety of sizes and colour palette. And here? An incubator of something. But it could be survived, because the main thing in the garages is communication, and it just wasn’t. Knock, at best, when meeting, and it is not all and not always. Nicholas really missed his friends.
At that time the social networks were not yet developed and the garage brotherhood successfully replaced them. You could come here with any problems. Getting money before pay, asking for help. Immediately to decide was not possible - definitely someone had friends or acquaintances who could help. Repairs are done, friends are always there. Assemble, disassemble, break down any difficulty (well, almost). The tool – in the garage, like in Greece – has everything!
The usual weekend is when you come to the garage, pick up the hood (but you can’t get stuck) and go to the neighbor to discuss the news. Football, politics, wives, children – themes will always be found. Yes, men love to crack, well, what do you do here? And there are others pulling up, after fifty and life went more fun. Yes, sometimes you can relax. Who doesn’t drink? call me! No, I’m waiting for you!” But it is not necessary. Great friendly collective, regardless of the size of the garage and the brand of the car. Even a bicycle! And these are REAL friends that you all know personally, not some virtual ones. No one can have 500 friends. Friends yes, but friends not.
So Cole suffered. Hears a new joke-oh, in the evening I will tell the guys, and then recalls... A couple of times I did not stand and went to the guests, a little reassuring, but the grief still.
Cole has decided. The wife went to the maid for the weekend, nobody distracts from the thought. If you cannot overcome a problem, you must lead it. somehow so. There is mango, shampoo and wood. Buy and soak the meat, soak the refrigerator with various liquids. The opening of the garage season began on Saturday, closer to lunch. The wood has burned, you can cook a shishel. The mangal collie placed near the garage, not to notice.
Here’s the first “float”.
Hi my neighbor! Which celebration?
Well yes. The weekend. Join me!
I am now!
I came back in a few minutes with a bottle.
The Gene!
and Cole!
Five minutes later, Alexis’ vegetables were added. Then again, the emotions crossed the end. We left late, but everyone was happy. The social network “unitary” is created.

And let’s sing something to support artists who are in a difficult financial situation?

Recently, a friend asked me about one of my brightest memories, when "the lion didn't go off the face." The most bright I did not remember from the course, but one moment I still remember very well.

In 9th grade we changed the teacher of physics, before that there was such an uncle with whores, who came, just dumb read the material and sometimes called to the board. After reading the theory, he sat down and did his business. Boring and incomprehensible. And behold, he went away, and a new teacher appeared, and he was quite young (years 23-24). Of course, everyone began to behave provocatively before him.

Despite his young age, he was the best physics teacher of all. He not only explained the material well, he was able to really interest. I even started reading the textbook not with difficulty, but it became really interesting. And my score from the former five (by 12 points) was 10-12, we even thought to go to the Olympics next year.

Unfortunately, closer to the middle of spring, he left for some reason, and we were replaced.

And then on the last call I saw him, and I went to say hello and just say thank you, for the fact that at least 1 year in school was memorable. I was so happy to see him that I asked him to embrace me. Instead, he raised me up and began to run around. At that moment I was so happy. And here I write this happiness and I really have a smile on my face).

I’m so glad I have such pleasant memories that make me feel good. and :)

I go with my nephew (student), and touched the topic of how doctors and teachers earn. I explain that they are budgeters, where they get their salary, and unintentionally I notice that their salary is small.

Why do people work for budgets? Do they not know that they pay little? My nephew asked.

Why did you take it? I asked.

How is it! There are budget phones, budget machines - this means that they are cheap. So those who work in budget organizations will also be paid little.

I had a date. So I decided to build a bathroom. I was told that in a couple of hundred kilometers from the city, cuts to the bath are doing. Compared to the city – much cheaper and quality at the level. I ordered. After a while, they call: ready your cut, take it.

I came and looked at the product (class!), agreed with the accompanying car, loaded and went. We left at night, and in the morning we were already there. However, upon arrival, the driver with the partner refused to provide assistance in unloading, even for a fee. Well, where am I at 6 in the morning, outside the city, in the country, to find cargoes? Even annoyed.

Here I remembered one of my friends, Mitte. In the past, we served together at OMON. I then moved to another position, and Mitty is there. I think: why do they run there in the OMON without reason, and the rails pull? Help your former colleague. I call Mitte, by the voice it is clear that the man from the bodyness or recently finished walking. I briefly explain to him: I came to the country, brought a rubbish, I can't unload one, help is needed! At the end of the wire there is silence, apparently narrowly thinking brother after a walk. Then I hear, "All, don't call me on the phone anymore, wait, I'll be soon!"

Okay, it’s good that Mitchell is coming soon. But he stopped the conversation sharply. Strange somehow. I didn’t even bother, because as a fascist, I painted his problems early in the morning. I sat on the wing, waiting. I went to sleep with my partner in the truck.

A 30-40 minute later, through a fence from the forest side, he jumps to me at Mitja's land. All dusted and evaporated, like from the marching through the crossed terrain. He approaches me, hits a car with a bath in the body and asks, without greeting, “Well, where is the corpse?” I am in the “which body”? Mitya closes her eyes and says, “Well, what you need to unload and hide.”

It turns out, Mitya was a little confused with the word I used in the conversation "srub" and perceived it as "carcass". Pommelie, 6 a.m., the quality of the telephone connection... Having understood my request in his own way, he responded to a friend’s request for help and took a taxi to leave the city. A few kilometers before the dacha, he dropped a taxi, hid a pre-off phone and went through the woods, trying not to be noticed, ran to me.

We safely unloaded it. And then they drank beer all day and life.

It was then that I realized that I had real friends who were ready to carry ammunition and unload bodies without asking any questions. All the questions and then...