I work in the corporate division of the bank. Loans to legal persons. A customer call is not a phone call. Next I – (I) the customer – (K)



I: Good morning, how can I help?

Q: Hi, my name is Oleg, I need a loan for business development!

I: Tell me in more detail what you would like.

Q: Loan 50-60 million rubles, buy a business center for renting offices!

I: I have understood. Tell us about your business. What is the legal and organizational form of a person?

Q: I do not have a face and business, I am a start-up entrepreneur. I told you I need to develop.

I: Unfortunately, without an existing legal entity, talking about such a loan will be problematic.

Money is needed in a week! When should I open your face? ? to Let me open it later!

I: Hey, Oleg... It’s not going to happen so quickly in any arrangement. In this case, I recommend taking a private loan.

Q: The meaning? ? to Does the state support entrepreneurs or not?

I: I support it of course. But there are certain requirements for this.

Q: What are the other requirements? You see, the idea is great! Yes, in 2 years I will return all the grandmothers and buy another business center!

I: Oleg, understand, if it were so easy, everyone around would become entrepreneurs...

Q: I don’t know why you’re still sitting there in your bank.

I: Oleg, unfortunately, will not work out. This bank is exactly.

Q: What a country this is... No one can give money for such a project! I will write a letter to the President.

Good luck Oleg.



Gothic

I wanted to go to school very much. My parents told me how well there was, and I used to trust my parents and counted the days before the end of my stay in this hated kindergarten.

Started on September 1 as everyone else – festive and with stars in the eyes from the abundance of white bandits. After the school line-up, the father warned: "As they let go - don't go anywhere, wait on the doorstep, I will come after you."



The school time passed unnoticed. Having picked up my suitcase, I went down, went out and looked around. There is no soul around. Working day in the midst, the Chruščov five-story line closes the noisy Lenin street. There was no Dad. It smelled in the air.

Lost, I sat down on the doorstep and began to reassure myself: “Dad and mom never cheat. They will definitely come.” It took 5 minutes, then 5 minutes, then 20 minutes. In my head I cried, “My parents left me! I do not need them at all! They forgot about me! »



At this time, a man with a diplomat appeared across the corner and headed toward the main course of the school. He almost passed by, as he suddenly stopped.

Boy, why are you sitting here?

This question was the last drop to make tears flow from the eyes. By the way, I replied approximately as follows:

“The lesson is over...I have to go home, but Daddy didn’t come for me! I will die here, alone, on a cold deck!

Uncle: In what class do you study? Have you been released home?

I : of course! I took a lesson, I was told about the upcoming victory of the Soviet Union in the Cold War, and now I have to walk home with my dad for a pen.



My uncle suggested that I walk with him. Since it was empty on the street and daddy was not visible, I agreed. We went together. I went to office number 8. He opened the door, and behind the door I saw my whole class at the parties.



So I learned that there is not one lesson in school, but four, five, six and even eight. This knowledge killed the desire to attend school, but the parents applied preventive measures in the form of a belt and an opleuch. I also learned that “uncle” is the director of the school and that I became the main subject of discussion for the girls in the class. Everyone laughed and the boy cried.

Good morning cats. I have such a funny glare that naked I remind the map of Europe.
Evgeny: Cover up Italy!

Just happened.

Patients of the sea. Here, “to my joy,” I am sent outside the line, a blatant patient with tight ties, who can open the doors almost everywhere. But as I said earlier, there are a lot of patients, and I am all impatient, every 10 minutes distracting. And here, his turn comes, but instead of him, we take a severe resuscitation patient, and as expected, there is a reaction, say how much to wait, he rushes, and in general, do I know whose relative he is?! I was immediately scared, so I had to ask. Having received in response the name of one extremely weighty and respected person, silently got the phone, picked it up and outlined a situation where his name is used quite ugly, as he would not personally allow himself. This man has been my patient for several years and we know each other well. Should I tell you how hard it was after that...

It is easy to ignore not only your own name, but also the name of others.

I am magnificent!
Are you chasing the Russian?

Sometimes there is a feeling that others have given those instructions from life, and you do not. Even the settings are hidden somewhere in the depths of the program, and you go to the default ones that are not a fountain...Admin, of course, has no shit. To the developers to contact tried - so these two hands breed, say the fuck knows, dear, how it went, we did not know how to code and also on the default somehow accidentally compiled "as everyone". So you live until you learn to serve, fix and rework everything yourself.

Evil Max: in online stores began to advertise spinners for HANDS.
Evil Max: What were the previous ones for?! to

Therefore, there are essentially two needs: bablo and sex. There are no others.

And this is not a revelation at all: you are not the first to reduce the Maslow Pyramid to the Obelisk of Bablo.

Disgrace and Children
I grew up in the USSR, where, as you know, there was no sex (in TV advertising). But we had the films "The Girl and the Echo" (1964), which showed a naked minor girl, and "Dubravka", where again a minor girl falls in love with a cute young woman. But for some reason this was not considered to be the propaganda of exhibitionism, pedophilia and lesbian relationships. At that time, the emphasis (including in these films) was made on something completely different.

I can’t see the end of this damn scotch.
You probably got a girl.

In Tashkent there is a palace of reconciliation. In the book of records under number one, my father and mother are recorded.

Yyy: Did they play so badly in Dota?

Everyone here sympathizes with Ukraine. A man spends three minutes at the reception, but he will definitely ask where I am from. Then I began to say that I was from Siberia – the reaction was different: “From Siberia, oh, it’s so cold there, I’ve never met anyone from there!” People were in shock, they didn’t know how to react.

XX: Remember My Words
When humanity will move into cyberspace
The Christian will follow Jesus!

the northwest.

I am sitting now in the court in Peter, not that the weather is fig (cold and rainy), so still half-morning the street warning syrene voices. It is..."

We also have a gun at 12 a.m.

"no and shake your fist", "no and pull your sluggish fist yourself", "so that you grandmothers never give"...When a woman writes this, you understand that she has reduced her value literally to the vagina, this is her main sting and object for pride. And if all that a man has is a shit, then he is not a man in essence, but a banal animal. What to talk about with animals? Used as intended, gave a pinch - and let it go further.

At the reception was a patient after the Baby Center. There she took analyses for 37 thousand - all in a row. Showed an American tourist. Diagnosed with dysbiosis and recommended a strict Mediterranean diet.
Learn to work without stumbling.

Psychic parents would better look closer to the Soviet mults. First, the Blue Puppy, openly teaches children to be - oh, a nightmare for Creot - to be tolerant (and teaches much more than the habit of American cinema to infuse black people to the court of King Arthur or what palm in a berry grove, but it is more dangerous!). Secondly, "Well, weather!", in which an adult marginal type man chases a miniature female-like young botanist (and persecutes obviously not from predatory instincts, since the choir of rabbit boys lacks any hint of being caught, but is looking for "his own"), almost in every series is disgracefully revealed for a comic effect, besides when the Rabbit cosplayes Pugachev, in a parody on "Iceberg" sounds a clear hint of sexual persecution, and during the truce on the ship behind the frame plays a song about love of a clearly romantic character.
In short, because of the Soviet cartoons, you all alternately grew up gay, even without a girl with cockroaches and biologists lessons, confess to yourself in this)))))))

These same "communicants" can be attracted from time to time to dull work such as the street of revenge, canoes to dig, etc.
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Never stop halfway. "Communications" can immediately be dealt with by the authorities, as people you still do not consider them.

If it smells shit, a normal person will no longer check for taste.

“We have never done that before!” (There is an overwhelming slide from the end to the end.) My favorite poster in the universe where I studied.

I am sure that from our habits we build our own inner prisons. I had years of driving from home to work and back on the same route. I have nothing to remember about those trips.

But my trips to other cities, and especially to wild places, I remember days, and often even minutes. Fighting and the first kisses - here you can remember for seconds.

I can’t remember exactly anything about a whole couple of years of traveling in the subway to my current job. Comfortable, fast, but it is a wasted time. Once I helped bring the suitcase to a cute girl and talked to her - oh, I remember it very well. At that moment I happened to live on the road not in vain and with pleasure. But only one in her.

In the third year, I realized that in the office can be great. I thought about it before, but it looked awful on the map. Half a hundred unknown crossings, the crossing of which will lose a lot of time. Dangerous imagination painted thousands of coping in traffic jams and a hot-footed driver who would finally stifle me. Imagine yourself coming to work wet from sweat - colleagues and partners will hide. He is fed.

Because of this, I lost a couple of years in the subway. Then I did the adult question. I found a massage room with a shower next to my office. Agreed for cheap. Find the optimal route. I got to work faster than by subway, and much more interesting. On the big it was possible in a couple of minutes to roll in a lunch break to the nearest park. Life has blossomed with new colors.

But one day this route became a habit. His biggest mistake was that he was too correct, optimistic. I have nothing to remember about him again - all the buildings on the road have long been blurred. Well, sorry pedals, rushed to work for the hundredth time. Sometimes looking around.

“There is only one shortest path, and there are countless ways that are longer and more difficult. Walk by them, for any, even the most convenient path, twice taken, is in vain for the second time." - An ancient Chinese proverb

Sometimes fate regrets the luxury of freedom of choice given us. Usually this happens when we start to squeeze. A good pencil replaces our wings. This summer, my shortest path was thoroughly excavated in the garden ring. I spent an amazing hour there crawling from board to board along the left-out narrow passages, and I will never forget that hour. But I will not repeat.

He began to build circular routes and discovered a completely different Moscow for himself. Quiet desert streets, previously unknown churches, parks, mansions and mansions. There is a lot of shadow, green, almost no transportation and lighting. It was much more pleasant to ride than on a gased ring. I need to get up a little earlier. But I’m now every morning and every evening like a tourist trip through a huge city. Who could not even see it, even having lived here all his life.

Everyone has their way, of course. No one surrendered to these great ones. I wish unique to everyone. “All people are like people, and I am like X. on the plate” is the recipe for a happy and unforgettable life.

* Chinese proverb invented for a spicy colourite ;)