Being not a young Polish teacher and already a associate of the Platform, I was thrown by the Savior of this country for lame finances. This was at the time erstwhile Vincent of Bydgoszcz, with an English passport, ruled the finances. This English buchalter was essential for the Savior due to the fact that there was no 1 in our organization who knew anything about finance. It's different on expenses...
- Go to Iza's financials due to the fact that this Vincent of Bydgoszcz can't number on them. You, Iza, as a teacher from primary school number 50 in Czestochowa, and so a complete financial dilettante – look with your fresh eye at these bills that Vincent from Bydgoszcz sends to me as Prime Minister “Our Savior told me then, in whom I inactive believe as in Zawisza Bydgoszcz.
Just as the Savior of this country ordered, so did I, appearing in the Ministry of Finance, causing widespread terror. due to the fact that the country's savior threw me in the vice-ministerial chair right away, that is, with his own cabinet, secretary, shredder and coffee maker – which she never had in primary school number 50 in Czestochowa. This express was like a salvation, due to the fact that she could meet me at coffee and cheesecake with Teresa - another minister who our Savior threw at the Ministry of Home Affairs, that is, the commander of the militia.
But in the Ministry of Finance, she did not hide from a bunch of officials who were paying me bills all day. I put these bills in the shredder— “For what is not on paper, it will take” – as my biology colleague at primary school number 50 told me. And so, in a short time, I finished her off with this Vincent who had to admit that "money is gone and will be gone". This is how my first career in the mission of the savior of this country, who became the “King of Europe” as a reward, ended erstwhile he was declared king by Caryca Angel herself of Germany ...
Along with another members of our party, she had to wait until 8 long and thin years, until our Savior returned to power again, which the society had promised 100 concretes in 100 days. And I, as those millions believed again, the more our Savior showed me his magic wand in his office, saying,
“This time, Iza, as a complete dilettante, I am throwing you on the farthest long of the war in this country.” He said, vigorously shaking his magic wand...
- Is that expected to be the Ministry of Defense? – I learned from myself, looking at the magic wand...
- Oh, no, Iza! This episode is my war on patients who frequently pretend to be cancer so as not to appear on the committee of inquiry! And that costs me billions to go to audits, to investigations, to toilets in parks, to yachts and gay clubs, not to mention repairing our heroes who have already fought against the opposition for communes that want to get us out of Europe! And beyond that, the Tigris of our faithful organization already agreed to the Minister of Defense, due to the fact that – as a real peasant with balls – he would be able to thin over the peasant he leveled to the ground...
- Where am I gonna be thrown? – I silently asked, inactive staring at the magic wand of our Savior, which 100 specifics in 100 days promised...
- I'm throwing you now, Iza, at the Ministry of Health, Happiness and All Happiness, due to the fact that as a complete dilettante, you didn't let me down erstwhile you were thrown into the Ministry of Finance. due to the fact that you, Iza, as an even bigger diletant in the field of medicine – all you request to do is look at the fresh eye of a complete diletant for unnecessary medical expenses and the problem that has now stopped – will vanish immediately!
She threw herself at the knees of our Savior, but this unexpectedly and hastily hid her magic wand as the secretary from behind the tilted door shouted:
- Prime Minister! Mrs. Basia is here!
