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If a company is looking for employees and positioning itself as a “family,” it means that instead of paying, they are going to fuck.

After my divorce from my wife, I did not want to go into this cabal again. But the casual connections with time are tired. I wanted a housewife in the house.

Because of time limitations, I decided to rely on dating hostels. In the questionnaire indicated that for a serious relationship.

There were not a few interested, but most of them were not very adequate personalities, or the level of communication did not correspond to mine.

After a while, a girl wrote to me. In appearance quite nice, 30 years old, no children, worked in the city theater. And for communication, she was quite adequate, and most importantly erudite and diverse. She caught me and I offered to meet. She did not refuse the meeting, but all the time there was an inappropriate moment, then she was delayed at work, then she needed to go to her parents, in general, it was about a week. I already decided that maybe I wasn’t interested in her, so I decided to do it. She called and offered to meet. As it happened, it was that day I had to stay at work - preparing the documentation for the boss. But she said nothing wrong, you can meet me at home.

The seeker of intimate adventures she did not pull, but I also decided not to give this importance. On the way home, he went to the supermarket, picked up a simple snack, picked up a couple of bottles of lambrushe. She came home quickly, and here she came.

She looked great, of course. Much better than in the photo.

She helped me cover up the table in the hall and we went on to communicate, drizzling the whole matter with wine. But there happened something. I noticed that she drank wine in huge gloves and, consequently, became drunk very quickly. I don’t have sex with a drunk lady. And I decided to take her to rest in the bedroom, put her on the bed and, of course, did not dress. He laid himself in the room. I had no sleep and turned on the TV.

In about an hour, I heard the screams from the bedroom. I decided to check what was happening there. My new acquaintance was lying absolutely naked, and seeing me began to get upset, what hell I split her, that I am a maniac, and so on. I asked her to call a taxi home so she’t bother her. But she went to sleep again. After an hour, it all repeated, only she got the phone and started calling somebody, telling me my address (I remember! ) is Half an hour later there was a phone call in the home. There was a stranger in the camera who explained to me that he was the husband of my new acquaintance and came for her. I just swallowed heavily. I let him into the apartment and he told me that she sometimes wondered, like in a role, tries herself in a different social environment, and he supports her and forgives her. In general, he took her, and I was still sitting for a long time and did not understand what stupidity just happened.

At the reception about hemorrhoids, the surgeon asked:

Is it related to physical activity?

- Now not, sitting, and in his youth he worked as a carrier.

As for illness, and that is not good.

I am looking for a job now.

The wisdom of the eagle.

Flying above all is not only pride, it is also an opportunity to crack down on everyone.

I am a journalist at a major radio station. Reminded me of a recent funny story. Motorists remember that someone from the deputies of the State Duma introduced a bill, according to which the participants in the accident must undergo re-training - and not only the culprit, but also the victim. Eventually, it was cancelled, and with a scandal, but the discussion was lively. I also called all kinds of auto schools associations. Everyone, of course, agrees that it is necessary to re-train not only the participants, but also the passengers, and at the same time it is desirable for their family members and all eyewitnesses, and forced, and even a double fee to take, for prevention, so to speak. And here I call one of the figures there, his name is heard, known in his circles, and you, the reader, will remind him if you stress a little.
He, as usual, began to rub me about where and how many people died in the accident, how important safety on the roads is, where Russia is in this parameter in Europe, and so on. Very bright, with its own expressiveness, and with facts, detailed figures, etc. The perfect interlocutor. I decided to stick, and at the end of his monologue I stated with doubt: “Yes, you are all right, of course, but what about the price of the question? Will it not be a burden?” He is like the chairman of the collective farm from the Soviet film of the 1950s: “Young-o-o-o-o-o man! Can you measure human life in a ringing coin? “You are a young man, how young are you?”
27 to answer.
Imagine that your life will suddenly end! How many you could see sunsets at sea, rises in the mountains, how many pleasant moments you miss. The first smile of children? (The voice shakes tears) - And their first steps? Are you prepared to lose all this for the fault of an unskilled driver? No is? Here I am about it. Here, understand, money is not important, money is a thief! It is nonsense! I didn’t want to ring them with a high bell. Important continuous values, which we all in this rush, in this circle of megacities began to forget.
I take a pause, as if I had a feeling, and declare to him, slightly swinging my nose: “Yes, but I didn’t mean the price of the question for drivers. The draft law implies that auto schools will re-teach the participants of the accident at their own expense.”
How is it? He was immediately vigilant.
Well, if a person is in an accident, it means that he is provided with poor quality training services, and the car school will be obliged to...
What will she owe? He speaks with doubts. And the one who is not guilty, also to teach?
You said that Europe...
What fucking Europe? That we are all Europe-Europe, we have our own conditions, there is nothing abroad to turn!
But the length of life, sunsets at sea...
Eat more and run more in the morning like I do, and you will live long. No need to go into my pocket for that. And, you know, a young man: frankly speaking, that driver who was not trained for the first time, it is useless to teach him in the second!
Well, for a long time still erupted against the evil state, which only thinks of getting into the pocket of the working man, etc. I grinned about myself. The editor also liked it, but the story did not come out. Our friend of youth and longevity fighter called the chief and tearfully asked to take an interview from the air. And sorry...

Lifehack for a lady: Before giving a very beautiful stranger, you have to look him straight in the eyes and say "Karabakh is Azerbaijan!" and monitor the reaction.
If he did not strike, then he is not Armenian.

I attended a therapeutic group, Gestalt, there were two boys and 10 girls. All the girls (All the girls!) They shared such stories, where they were thrown away, fled from them, and were outraged by this, worried, angry, outrageous. In every one of them. There was not one story about how she escaped from the "dumb" guy, who either asked about a separate account, or offered as a first date to walk around the park, look at each other, understand if it is worth continuing at all or not. I asked if they informed the guy of their decision. Of course not! He is dumb! I say, well, and then the guy ran away from you too) didn’t think about it? No one has accepted this option.

In the year of 87, when I finished 3rd grade, my parents gave me some 60 kopecks. You could buy 3 ice cream, but I bought a bunch of redishes from the grandmothers sitting next to the kiosk. I’ve never tried it before, for some reason... it’s very hard to describe the extent of my disappointment that day.

We went with friends with parachutes to jump... And after the first jump, we found out that you can also ride airplanes. Two-seater with double control. I remember being the first, the most brave. The pilot asks:

What shall we do?

- Yes, I'm not afraid of anything, let's all, - the pants are our everything, plus I was really sure that all the worst I've seen at the attractions.

- What, and the loop of Nestorov we will do?

What is it?

In the common people “dead loop”.

No matter what, I sat down.



And here we fly in the air, and up with our legs and loops... and on the ground are friends sitting, looking:

- And the man is a hero, look how they are there, he is not afraid!

No, I don’t think she can say anything out of fear.



It was very frightening to fly up the feet, for some reason the animal horror swung up in such an unnatural movement forward. And under his head is a very, very close organ glass cover, and it is very thin, I will fall on it and immediately fly through it... and how far to the ground... and the pilot carries some kind of fist: "but here we live," "and here is an anchor for airplanes"... let me go! The headphones still on Nestorov’s loop flew, along with the microphone, and I can’t say anything. The overload on the loop was such that it was not to move, and the whole body, like a large bush of the test, which is spread over the chair... and there is no way to even catch something, even if it is scary, the hands are not to be raised.



We went to land... and one thought revolved in my head: "If I tell the rest, how scary it is, they won't even get into the plane." I got out of the plane with a charming smile, easily jumped off my wing and carelessly threw it over my shoulder, that the whole of these looping. Everyone went to the plane. And only Dima, who served in the army, caught me, took under the elbow and gently asked:

It is sick, right? Eat ice cream, the rabbit, it will ease.

Will it really be easier? I was ready to put my head on a strong man’s shoulder and live with him for the rest of my life.

Well, it will all be backwards.

I earned my first 50 rubles at the age of 12. Walking in the garages. I was called by some man (yes, practically a grandfather, gray, looking 55-60 years old) and told me that he accidentally locked the door of the car, and left the keys inside. And here he asks me to open the door, getting into the car through the trunk (this was a universal, like a moscovite). I can’t speak, the old man. I have agreed. He successfully entered and opened the door. For that, he gave me 50 rubles with one paper. I refused, but he insisted.

Now I remember and think it's just shit: A twelve-year-old boy goes into the trunk of a car to an unknown person on his request and all this happens in garages, where there was no one at the time. For the fullness of the picture, it was not enough that it all happened in the evening, but no, it was the second half of the day, it was still light on the street.

I wanted to say that morality - trust people, but no, well...

One day, a friend invited me to a nightclub.

- Shishki and other snacks from me, and you buy a bucket. He said.

At the appointed time we came to visit with a few bubbles at the expense of ourselves and a friend. I took the alcohol and put it on a breaking table. The event began.

About an hour later another family joined us.

Meet Arthur and Marina.

The new guests also got a drink and put it in the corner of the table.

Since my bottles were already open and stood closer, they continued to drink them. Time passed unnoticed. The bottles were empty, bringing light alcohol intoxication. Marina did not drink, because they did not come to stay and went home.

I sat at the table on the street relaxed. Marina drove the children into the car. The hosts went to accompany the guests. Then came Arthur.

– Oh! No need, then I will take it.

He said and put his bottles in a bag.

Having taken the guests, the owner returned to the table.

Let us go!

Shut up!

Eeee, where is the bull?

Arthur said the guy wasn’t useful and took it. But you have it, right?

Oh fucking Jews! How he struck me with his spell. Fuck, for a man. He asked me for a couple of beers on the way, which I had on the beach in the morning. I still joked, like we won't have anything to drink, you take everything, I didn't buy it, and he didn't even blink.

The nearest store was 15 km away. There are no treacherous rights. We drove down and went fishing to the nearest lake.

Probably everyone has such an outcast relative who is always trying to take advantage of everything, somewhere to spit something at work / jerk someone. I have one of my relatives, Uncle Pidar. A rare diamond. He always offers relatives to participate in some of his "ideas" and is constantly offended if he is rejected. And he does this not just silently, but as a basarine grandmother, calling all the relatives, pouring a bite that his angel was offended.



Sometimes it even happened that he persuaded his aunt to act as a guarantor on the loan. But at the same time he did not pay the bank a penny afterwards, arguing that someone told him that you can not pay, and the bank will write down this debt. How much suffering has a poor woman suffered because of this fool. In the end, in order to close the debt, the wife of Pidar's uncle sold his car, which he arranged for her. At that time he lived in the village with his mother. When he learned what had happened, he became angry and beat his wife. Now he has a conviction for this and his wife has left him accordingly.



And recently he offered my father a “profitable” job. tk. The father has a truck, and he was asked to help withdraw some old sludge from Uncle Piddar's landscape for resale. Father, feeling a blow, refused. As it turned out later, the site was not quite Pidar's uncle, or rather not his at all... Now Pidar's uncle serves a real term for theft.



But the funniest is not that. At the stage of the investigation, Uncle Pidar told all his relatives that it was my father who handed him over. And now all of my mother’s relatives consider my father to be a rat. But for some reason no one considers Uncle Piddar a rat. For them he is all such a “entrepreneurial and economic man”...



What do people have in their heads?

My father worked somehow in the suburbs and told the story, to them in the office allegedly on the affairs constantly entered the assistant of the accountant, grabbed in some papers and not by chance became a witness to the conversations. Well, I would have heard and forgotten, but after an hour, every dog in the courtyard knew about these conversations. And sometimes it came from the bosses for decisions that were made without consulting him, began to bake a lot. So he and his colleague decided to study her and take her to clean water. invented a plan. The next day in the office also entered the buch "ears warm." The father looks out the window and says to his colleague, “Marine, do you see the building across the road?” So, there are going to build a station, and this will be dealt with tomorrow by bricks, the brigade arrived today inspected, I went to ask, they say you can come tomorrow with a car and bricks for free to take, so tell my husband let the gazelle come tomorrow, I have already said they will too. Only to nobody! It may not be enough for everyone! And what do you think? The next day, in front of the building, a dozen cars were stationed, something was wearing somewhere, convulsively called, a bull enters the office on the nerves to find out - you don't know the building on the contrary will be dealt with or not?! Does her father know what you are talking about? And her phone breaks, she turns and leaves at sunset. And then she was hospitalized for three days, apparently stuck on her nerves for disinformation. Do not focus on spelling and grammar.

If there are sports bars, why are there no sex monasteries?

Sounds you say?
Refrigerators “Dnepr”, working 50 years without repair, you say?
Functionality due to appearance and aesthetics, you say?

January of 1968.
Egypt, which was defeated in the Six-Day War with Israel, is rebuilding its army.
A tender has been announced for the purchase of military field radio stations.
Since Egypt itself did not issue such radio stations, invitations to participate in the tender were sent to the world's largest producers, and, of course, to the Ministry of Defense of the USSR, which supplied Egypt with the lion's share of weapons.

At a military base on the edge of the Libyan desert, under the tables, potential sellers exhibited their products. American Motorola, Dutch Philips, German Siemens, Grundig, Telefunken, Japanese Sharp, Panasonic, Technics... Everyone shines with chromium moldings and nickeled bulbs, blinking with yellow, red and green bulbs. Among them, the alien will stand out the Soviet radio station - a metal parallel piped, painted in the color of the hack. It was the R-107M.

A tender committee – a dozen roasted Arabs in military uniform – willingly spends time between the tables, considering the presented equipment. Here they are like enchanted frozen in front of the Japanese stand. It was colour music. The military representative of Foreign Special Export did not stand, approached the Arabs, spoke to them in English. Those in accordance left their heads, began to give commands to the officers at the base.
The soldiers transferred the radio stations to the runway, putting them in three rows.

The Soviet officer took the grenade brought to him and threw it into the middle of the exhibition.
From the explosion radio stations flew on concrete.

To the surprising expressions of the persons of the sellers and buyers, Major Ivanov answered briefly:
Now compare it.

The Arabs chose the Soviet radio station.
The only one who worked.

In the Netherlands, non-smoking teenagers are paid 200 euros a month.
This is 80 euros more than a Russian pensioner earns after working his entire life.

The criterion of poverty from the IMF: if you spend more than 50% of your income on food, then you are poor (not poor, namely, poor)

yyy: I can’t spend 50% on food because 70% goes to the apartment)

What an elegant way to avoid poverty.

Asking forgiveness is bad for me. I quickly get insulted.

At work, the whole team discussed pension reforms, calculated how much the pension will be, will live / will not live. Obviously we will not survive, and if we survive, we will get a gulkin har. And they decided that we are moving from a completely white ZP to a white minimum (and some have decided to make 0.5 rates), and everything else from the previous ZP including the amounts that went to taxes and all kinds of pensions will be issued in black.