Tired of people who love to do good. Don’t feed them bread, just let it be useful to someone. And I don’t need anything from anyone!
My working life has been going on for more than fifteen years. And all this time I laughed at friends and acquaintances who told terrible stories about their inadequate bosses.
Mishka’s friend’s boss hires only young and very beautiful girls. What’s wrong with that, you ask? And the fact that these beauties do not always have the competencies necessary for Mishka’s work.
The whole office admires them, that’s right. And the whole office has to do their work for them too.
And when you stay for weeks and even months after work, you start to hate everyone and dream of getting out of this madhouse
Another friend of mine wants to quit because of a management that only requires handwritten quarterly reports. Yes, yes, you heard right. All reports by Igorek and his colleagues are written exclusively on paper, by hand and pen.
Igor’s boss decided that this is the only way to understand who is really interested in the award, and who does not care about it.
In my opinion, this is complete nonsense. And in general, he says that Igorekhin’s boss is slowly and surely going crazy.
By the way, my leader, Yevgeny Nikolayevich, seems to have started to move too. It all started from the moment when the boss bought the cottage.
You see, all his life he had a dream to have his own plot of land on which he could grow zucchini and all other greens. For twenty years Nikolaich saved up and made plans.
Finally, a suitable cottage was found. Zucchini took shape in the beds, it remains to wait for the first harvest.
The harvest exceeded all expectations, and for another month Evgeny Nikolayevich distributed agricultural products from his garden to the entire office. At first we were even delighted, but the flow of zucchini did not even think of ending.
My wife generally told me not to take anything from the boss. We have, they say, at the mother-in-law in the country the same zucchini are waiting in the wings, and you still drag vegetables from work. Say, where is all this good to go.
Then the boss became interested in conservation. I rolled tomatoes with cucumbers together, separately, with a currant leaf and even with a lemon. Banks in the area of the new year began to walk around the office
A jar of lecho as a gift for the holiday – we went through this. You know how great it is to receive not a quarterly bonus, but a box of tomato juice. Juice, of course, is good and useful, but still the need for money is greater.
And this year, Evgeny Nikolayevich became interested in “quiet hunting”. He spent the weekend outside the city, wandered through the forests and fields, created a map of mushroom places, which he did not share with anyone.
What is the result? That’s right, mushrooms. In jars, dried, salted and all other variations.
“Here, try it, I cooked mushrooms according to a new recipe,” the boss began the meeting on Monday morning.
Everyone dutifully tried. Everyone but me. The chef noticed and immediately asked why I did not eat his “creation”, as he himself calls the food he cooked.
I politely replied that I had been allergic to mushrooms since childhood. And in any form. It is worth eating at least a piece, as I feel bad. In particularly difficult cases, even an ambulance had to be called.
Yevgeny Nikolaevich frowned:
– What nonsense. These are not poisonous mushrooms, but those that can be collected. They cannot be dangerous. I eat them all my life, and nothing.
I refused food again. And I won’t take allergy pills, as my boss suggested to me. It’s not worth it, it’s not worth it.
The boss pouted like a five year old. But he didn’t say anything more. And the next day he came up to me in the hallway. Again with mushrooms, this time dried.
Got the man, I thought. And he reminded me that I have allergies and I won’t try anything. And why the hell should I risk my health for some stupid hobby of my boss?
And if he starts jumping from the ninth floor every day, what are we, jumping off the roof with him? After all, he is not a slave owner, and we are not his serfs.
Somehow, at that time, I got away from the boss and his mushrooms. I shared my thoughts with colleagues, and they did not understand me.
They say what you break, only piss off the boss. Like, eat at least a piece of mushroom or pretend to eat.
But I’m not going to do that either. What nonsense! Eat, and then I’ll be offended. When Evgeny Nikolaevich caught me with his mushrooms for the third time, I got angry.
“Listen, although you are my boss, I am not obliged to dance to your tune. If you have business questions for me, please let me know. Otherwise, leave me alone and don’t reach me with your mushrooms.
The chief looked at me displeasedly, but said nothing. Next week we have exactly the plan to close the quarter and the bonus.
And if the boss decides to recoup my reward for his mushroom delights, I will find him in control. I will complain wherever I can reach!
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2023-08-23 14:31:38
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