A fresh manager, Sidosław-Rakorski, appeared at his father's work any time ago. He didn't like him almost anyone but a fewer people, more executives came up with an thought that he'd get everything up.
On Friday, at the end of work, the manager came to the office in company with his supporters. He had a very clever plan. If he thanks the chief for the increases he hasn't made yet, the manager will surely introduce flattery.
He walked from the march into the principal's office and said:
- Thank you, Director.
- The principal's been clogged.
- For the rise we're gonna get.
The director's scream was heard all over the office. He started with "creine", then reported that the wage would not change and then said a fewer more things. If he left the curse, all he said was "and," "you," and "your mother."
The manager flew out of the principal's office like a slingshot.
- But the pogrom - said Kubiak, a friend of Luke's dad's. - What a fool.
What pogrom? – 1 of the manager's supporters was moved. - Success!
And what is the success of this success?
What do you mean, you haven't seen it? - The manager accepted the manager in his office and talked like an equal! The manager sat politely and listened to the manager's demands, who straightened him out!
- You're making fun of him, and you should be standing behind him! He's your manager!
- I'll tell you more, the 4th proponent was enthusiastic. - In specified hard times, Sidosław-Rakorski obtained direct assurance from the manager that salaries would not be reduced! All of them! Yours too! What, are you bald?
