Easier than it sounds. twenty
By popular demand - the continuation of the book "Easier than it seems." It turns out that almost a year has passed since the last publication. In order not to reread the previous chapters, I made this bunch of chapters, which continues the plot and helps to quickly recall the summary of the previous parts.
Sergey was lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling. He was going to spend like this for about five minutes, but an hour had already passed. The farther, the less I wanted to climb.
Tanya impressively fell apart on the couch, with a laptop on her lap. She did not pay any attention to her husband, only clicks of the mouse were heard. A short, clear click is the left button. Deaf, authentic - click the wheel. The Internet.
Is it possible not to notice a husband lying for an hour under his feet? Unlikely. At least lateral vision should fix some deviations from the usual picture. So, deliberately ignores. I wonder how long it will last?
Sergey sighed heavily and lingeringly. He covered his eyes with his palms and let out a soft moan. He raised his fingers a little, looked at Tanya - no reaction.
“Tan ...” Sergei said, still holding his hand in his eyes.
- Got enough? - the wife broke away from the computer. - Come on, hang up your snot.
Sergey rose abruptly and looked intently at Tanya. The face is calm, with a slight smile. Ready to listen.
- I got sick. I'll quit, probably.
- Why?
“Yes there, in short ...” Sergey began.
- Why will we pay the mortgage?
- Yes, where does the mortgage ...
- In terms of? - Tanya widened her eyes, and Sergey mentally crossed himself. “You're a fool, no?” What are you thinking about?
- I think that in vain I got in touch with everything. - Seriously and as best he could, Sergey said calmly.
“I told you about this a long time ago, but you are the smartest among us.” You don’t listen to your wife, you climb where you don’t need, and then you whine like a thin woman.
- What? What woman?
- The usual, crying, muslin woman.
- The muslin lady. - corrected Sergey.
- What kind of young lady are you? - the wife grinned. - Young ladies in lace dresses walk, with umbrellas and a volume of Byron. And you're in tattered shorts, a dirty T-shirt and snot under your nose, lying on the floor. And you whine how hard it is for you there.
- Okay, forget it ...
- What to score? You, Serezha, I'm sorry, but you are just an infantile woman. Okay, I didn’t listen to it, I decided to take the initiative, got into it somewhere, in some kind of project. Well, since I’ve climbed, don’t! Afraid - don't do it, done - don't be afraid.
- Genghis Khan?
- I don’t know, maybe ... Nadia has such a status on a social network. And don’t forget that we have a mortgage. And please remember, dear, that I cannot work right now. When I finish my studies, I’ll go, just like you. You also have to pay for study. And, if you have forgotten, I will remind you - it was a joint decision. You beat yourself in the chest and said that you were able to stretch out both the mortgage and my studies. You didn’t forget that I also worked and got a little less than you?
- So I have a reminder ... - Sergey felt that the conversation was already moving into a rigidly constructive channel, and began to smile.
- What other reminder?
“You, love.” Remember everything, remember everything.
- What would you do without me. - Tanya smiled too. - So come on, pick up the snot, and work. Get out, look for a way out. And you always have time to quit.
- In terms of? You just said we need to pay a mortgage!
“Well, I'm not a fool, Seryozha, what do you think ...”
“I never thought so!”
- Well, yeah, tell me. You sit right now and think - damn hysterical, to give you in the face. And I'm just telling you the truth. You like to hover in the clouds, solve some virtual problems, and worry about the fact that someone at work looked askance at you.
- Yes, if ...
- What if? Well, come on, just for fun, tell me what happened there, poor thing.
Sergey was silent. The situation was unusual - before Tanya had never delved into the details of his work, and he could carry all sorts of rubbish about problems, resentments and difficulties, knowing that there was no need to explain.
“Well, so short ...” he began after a couple of minutes. - We have a mess in view of the warehouse.
- Stealing?
- No, hardly. Details are too illiquid, specific, you can’t sell them here. All customers are thousands of kilometers from us, they produce oil. Do not steal. Just a mess given. The program has one thing in stock - another. Each revision reveals tremendous deviations.
“What's the problem?” - Tanya frowned. - Since they do not steal, then what difference does it make in your program?
- Kurchatov does not like. He says that the warehouse is his money. He seems to know that all the money is in place, but he never knows how much it is. Managers also suffer ...
- Also suffer? Like you, lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling?
- No ... They have difficulty in their work. A customer calls, asks a hundred bushings to ship. And the manager stupidly does not know how many of these bushings. The program says - three hundred. He goes to the warehouse - and there are twenty. Because they put up with production, but did not reflect it in the program.
“Okay, I get that.” Come on.
- Well, I volunteered to correct this situation.
- What for? - began Tanya. “But, alright, we have already discussed this.” Called, and volunteered.
- So…
- Wait a minute. - Tanya raised her hand. - Let's decide right away: do you know how to fix all this?
“Well, there it is ... I, in short, think that ...”
- Do you know or not?
- You damn it, prosecutor, or what?
- I am an unhappy, young, beautiful woman whose husband decided to chew snot. So you know, or not?
“I know.”
Saying this, Sergey felt the same way as at the first meeting with the owner, when he volunteered to do this project. Confidence in success did not come from the mind, facts or plan, but from somewhere inside, intuitively, inexplicably.
- Exactly? - Tanya asked again.
- Exactly.
“Well, and how will you fix it?”
- I do not know.
- So how?
- So like this. I know that I can. I feel that there is nothing complicated. I understand that this is a trifle. And I'm sure I will find her.
Tanya stared at her husband. Her look became serious, like Kurchatov’s, when he tried to understand whether this silly guy could be trusted. After a few seconds, Tanya smiled, shrugged, and continued.
“Well, that’s clear.” If you do it, then you do it.
- In terms of? And you will not try out details?
“So why pry them out if you don't know them?” You’ll start to suck out a finger, drive a blizzard, smart words, some methods. He said that you know how to do everything - I believe you. Well, as with a mortgage. He said that pulling means pulling.
“So you just ...”
“Someone must bring you to normal.” I’m a reminder, you said it yourself. And then I played up with my own problems invented, you don’t feel the earth under your feet. And you have nowhere to retreat, behind ... Wife.
- Unhappy, young and beautiful?
“Any doubt?” - somehow too seriously asked Tanya.
“God save me from doubts ...” Sergey pictorially crossed himself.
- Here you go. And at work it is also necessary. And do not whine that you have a problem. By the way, what kind of problems did I not understand? Since you know how and what to do?
- Well ... Somehow, I don’t know ... They began to feel worse about me.
- And when you were well treated, tell me? You always act like a scumbag. You swear with everyone, take offense, almost for you. Remember why you were expelled from all the work?
- I have never been kicked out, I always left. - proudly answered Sergey.
- Why did you leave?
- Well, everywhere there were reasons.
- Yes, the same reason has always been - Someone offended Seryozhenka. But Seryozha - I’ll remind you, since I’m a reminder - the woman is thin, you can’t offend him. Who offends you, baby?
- Yah you…
- No, come on, my sweetie, tell me, we’ll roar together. What, Pebble walks and complains about you to the director?
“Well, not that he complains directly ... Rather, he lays it.”
- Oh, and the mortgage, go, wrote? Are you in tears? Who else? The director must have called and cursed? But you can’t swear at Seryozha, he has Gosha-Gogi syndrome.
- What?
- Well, Goga from Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears. Also hysterical. Oh, you can’t talk like that to me, otherwise I’ll go away and will be soooooooooooooooo
“He seems to be a goodie ...”
- He threw the woman and fled, because she raised her voice - a positive hero, in your opinion? No, he is a woman. Normal, hysterical, infantile woman. Although, why am I all a woman, but a woman ... An ordinary, hysterical, infantile man. Which does not solve the problem, but flees from them. Well, how are you.
- I AM?
- You, and someone else. Almost for you - you're running away from work. Pebbles complained about you - you're running away from work. What else do you have there? Druzhban yours, how is it there ... Do not care. Also, go, did you graduate something?
- Yes, he kind of decided to betray me ...
- Oh no! - Tanya raised her hands and picture spread flat on the couch. - He betrayed you! How to live? Quit Now! Run, run from difficulties!
- Yes, I do not run from difficulties, I just ...
- You lie on the floor, look at the ceiling, drool, snot and talk about your womanish - naturally womanish! - problems. How do schoolgirls talk, remember? And I am like that, and he is like that, and I am like him, but he is like that to me ...
- Okay ... Do something?
- Do your fucking project! Well, pepper is clear, that they will treat you badly! Even I, a short-sighted, but young and beautiful woman, understand this. Climbed onto a pedestal - everyone is looking at you. If you make a mistake, they will point fingers and laugh. They will discuss you and your work, whisper, complain, intrigue, provoke, and crap you. Just because you got out of the swamp. Each of them wants to get out, but few decide. And looking at those who got out is unbearable. So they are trying to drag you back. You still write about your project on the Internet - you’ll rake so much shit that you’re tired of washing yourself. For the same reason.
- And what about all this? Well, with people ...
- Seryozha, are you stupid? What did I just tell you?
“So they put me sticks in the wheels ...”
- And you take the stick and put them in the ass! Lord, what are you ... None. Show your teeth. Or hammer on them, do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
- Also the status of Nadi? - guessed Sergey.
- No, this is Roosevelt. Well, you’re planning to quit anyway - and work as if you would be fired soon. There is nothing to lose, no need to be friends with people, no one to be afraid. Just do this fucking project if you have time. But if you don’t have time - okay, you will find yourself another job. In the end, she found this one in a week.
- Chose.
- In terms of? - Tanya was surprised.
- Well, there is a shortage of programmers in our village. I had three offers, where they took me, with the same salary.
- Perfectly! So there’s nothing to be afraid of. Take and do. Work as if you already know that you will be fired.
“Like a samurai?”
- What kind of samurai?
“Well, these are samurai, it seems, they lived as if they had already died.”
- Let there be a samurai ... Ah, no, stop! Don’t dare to die, we have a mortgage!
Sergey was lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling. He was going to spend like this for about five minutes, but an hour had already passed. The farther, the less I wanted to climb.
Tanya impressively fell apart on the couch, with a laptop on her lap. She did not pay any attention to her husband, only clicks of the mouse were heard. A short, clear click is the left button. Deaf, authentic - click the wheel. The Internet.
Is it possible not to notice a husband lying for an hour under his feet? Unlikely. At least lateral vision should fix some deviations from the usual picture. So, deliberately ignores. I wonder how long it will last?
Sergey sighed heavily and lingeringly. He covered his eyes with his palms and let out a soft moan. He raised his fingers a little, looked at Tanya - no reaction.
“Tan ...” Sergei said, still holding his hand in his eyes.
- Got enough? - the wife broke away from the computer. - Come on, hang up your snot.
Sergey rose abruptly and looked intently at Tanya. The face is calm, with a slight smile. Ready to listen.
- I got sick. I'll quit, probably.
- Why?
“Yes there, in short ...” Sergey began.
- Why will we pay the mortgage?
- Yes, where does the mortgage ...
- In terms of? - Tanya widened her eyes, and Sergey mentally crossed himself. “You're a fool, no?” What are you thinking about?
- I think that in vain I got in touch with everything. - Seriously and as best he could, Sergey said calmly.
“I told you about this a long time ago, but you are the smartest among us.” You don’t listen to your wife, you climb where you don’t need, and then you whine like a thin woman.
- What? What woman?
- The usual, crying, muslin woman.
- The muslin lady. - corrected Sergey.
- What kind of young lady are you? - the wife grinned. - Young ladies in lace dresses walk, with umbrellas and a volume of Byron. And you're in tattered shorts, a dirty T-shirt and snot under your nose, lying on the floor. And you whine how hard it is for you there.
- Okay, forget it ...
- What to score? You, Serezha, I'm sorry, but you are just an infantile woman. Okay, I didn’t listen to it, I decided to take the initiative, got into it somewhere, in some kind of project. Well, since I’ve climbed, don’t! Afraid - don't do it, done - don't be afraid.
- Genghis Khan?
- I don’t know, maybe ... Nadia has such a status on a social network. And don’t forget that we have a mortgage. And please remember, dear, that I cannot work right now. When I finish my studies, I’ll go, just like you. You also have to pay for study. And, if you have forgotten, I will remind you - it was a joint decision. You beat yourself in the chest and said that you were able to stretch out both the mortgage and my studies. You didn’t forget that I also worked and got a little less than you?
- So I have a reminder ... - Sergey felt that the conversation was already moving into a rigidly constructive channel, and began to smile.
- What other reminder?
“You, love.” Remember everything, remember everything.
- What would you do without me. - Tanya smiled too. - So come on, pick up the snot, and work. Get out, look for a way out. And you always have time to quit.
- In terms of? You just said we need to pay a mortgage!
“Well, I'm not a fool, Seryozha, what do you think ...”
“I never thought so!”
- Well, yeah, tell me. You sit right now and think - damn hysterical, to give you in the face. And I'm just telling you the truth. You like to hover in the clouds, solve some virtual problems, and worry about the fact that someone at work looked askance at you.
- Yes, if ...
- What if? Well, come on, just for fun, tell me what happened there, poor thing.
Sergey was silent. The situation was unusual - before Tanya had never delved into the details of his work, and he could carry all sorts of rubbish about problems, resentments and difficulties, knowing that there was no need to explain.
“Well, so short ...” he began after a couple of minutes. - We have a mess in view of the warehouse.
- Stealing?
- No, hardly. Details are too illiquid, specific, you can’t sell them here. All customers are thousands of kilometers from us, they produce oil. Do not steal. Just a mess given. The program has one thing in stock - another. Each revision reveals tremendous deviations.
“What's the problem?” - Tanya frowned. - Since they do not steal, then what difference does it make in your program?
- Kurchatov does not like. He says that the warehouse is his money. He seems to know that all the money is in place, but he never knows how much it is. Managers also suffer ...
- Also suffer? Like you, lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling?
- No ... They have difficulty in their work. A customer calls, asks a hundred bushings to ship. And the manager stupidly does not know how many of these bushings. The program says - three hundred. He goes to the warehouse - and there are twenty. Because they put up with production, but did not reflect it in the program.
“Okay, I get that.” Come on.
- Well, I volunteered to correct this situation.
- What for? - began Tanya. “But, alright, we have already discussed this.” Called, and volunteered.
- So…
- Wait a minute. - Tanya raised her hand. - Let's decide right away: do you know how to fix all this?
“Well, there it is ... I, in short, think that ...”
- Do you know or not?
- You damn it, prosecutor, or what?
- I am an unhappy, young, beautiful woman whose husband decided to chew snot. So you know, or not?
“I know.”
Saying this, Sergey felt the same way as at the first meeting with the owner, when he volunteered to do this project. Confidence in success did not come from the mind, facts or plan, but from somewhere inside, intuitively, inexplicably.
- Exactly? - Tanya asked again.
- Exactly.
“Well, and how will you fix it?”
- I do not know.
- So how?
- So like this. I know that I can. I feel that there is nothing complicated. I understand that this is a trifle. And I'm sure I will find her.
Tanya stared at her husband. Her look became serious, like Kurchatov’s, when he tried to understand whether this silly guy could be trusted. After a few seconds, Tanya smiled, shrugged, and continued.
“Well, that’s clear.” If you do it, then you do it.
- In terms of? And you will not try out details?
“So why pry them out if you don't know them?” You’ll start to suck out a finger, drive a blizzard, smart words, some methods. He said that you know how to do everything - I believe you. Well, as with a mortgage. He said that pulling means pulling.
“So you just ...”
“Someone must bring you to normal.” I’m a reminder, you said it yourself. And then I played up with my own problems invented, you don’t feel the earth under your feet. And you have nowhere to retreat, behind ... Wife.
- Unhappy, young and beautiful?
“Any doubt?” - somehow too seriously asked Tanya.
“God save me from doubts ...” Sergey pictorially crossed himself.
- Here you go. And at work it is also necessary. And do not whine that you have a problem. By the way, what kind of problems did I not understand? Since you know how and what to do?
- Well ... Somehow, I don’t know ... They began to feel worse about me.
- And when you were well treated, tell me? You always act like a scumbag. You swear with everyone, take offense, almost for you. Remember why you were expelled from all the work?
- I have never been kicked out, I always left. - proudly answered Sergey.
- Why did you leave?
- Well, everywhere there were reasons.
- Yes, the same reason has always been - Someone offended Seryozhenka. But Seryozha - I’ll remind you, since I’m a reminder - the woman is thin, you can’t offend him. Who offends you, baby?
- Yah you…
- No, come on, my sweetie, tell me, we’ll roar together. What, Pebble walks and complains about you to the director?
“Well, not that he complains directly ... Rather, he lays it.”
- Oh, and the mortgage, go, wrote? Are you in tears? Who else? The director must have called and cursed? But you can’t swear at Seryozha, he has Gosha-Gogi syndrome.
- What?
- Well, Goga from Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears. Also hysterical. Oh, you can’t talk like that to me, otherwise I’ll go away and will be soooooooooooooooo
“He seems to be a goodie ...”
- He threw the woman and fled, because she raised her voice - a positive hero, in your opinion? No, he is a woman. Normal, hysterical, infantile woman. Although, why am I all a woman, but a woman ... An ordinary, hysterical, infantile man. Which does not solve the problem, but flees from them. Well, how are you.
- I AM?
- You, and someone else. Almost for you - you're running away from work. Pebbles complained about you - you're running away from work. What else do you have there? Druzhban yours, how is it there ... Do not care. Also, go, did you graduate something?
- Yes, he kind of decided to betray me ...
- Oh no! - Tanya raised her hands and picture spread flat on the couch. - He betrayed you! How to live? Quit Now! Run, run from difficulties!
- Yes, I do not run from difficulties, I just ...
- You lie on the floor, look at the ceiling, drool, snot and talk about your womanish - naturally womanish! - problems. How do schoolgirls talk, remember? And I am like that, and he is like that, and I am like him, but he is like that to me ...
- Okay ... Do something?
- Do your fucking project! Well, pepper is clear, that they will treat you badly! Even I, a short-sighted, but young and beautiful woman, understand this. Climbed onto a pedestal - everyone is looking at you. If you make a mistake, they will point fingers and laugh. They will discuss you and your work, whisper, complain, intrigue, provoke, and crap you. Just because you got out of the swamp. Each of them wants to get out, but few decide. And looking at those who got out is unbearable. So they are trying to drag you back. You still write about your project on the Internet - you’ll rake so much shit that you’re tired of washing yourself. For the same reason.
- And what about all this? Well, with people ...
- Seryozha, are you stupid? What did I just tell you?
“So they put me sticks in the wheels ...”
- And you take the stick and put them in the ass! Lord, what are you ... None. Show your teeth. Or hammer on them, do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
- Also the status of Nadi? - guessed Sergey.
- No, this is Roosevelt. Well, you’re planning to quit anyway - and work as if you would be fired soon. There is nothing to lose, no need to be friends with people, no one to be afraid. Just do this fucking project if you have time. But if you don’t have time - okay, you will find yourself another job. In the end, she found this one in a week.
- Chose.
- In terms of? - Tanya was surprised.
- Well, there is a shortage of programmers in our village. I had three offers, where they took me, with the same salary.
- Perfectly! So there’s nothing to be afraid of. Take and do. Work as if you already know that you will be fired.
“Like a samurai?”
- What kind of samurai?
“Well, these are samurai, it seems, they lived as if they had already died.”
- Let there be a samurai ... Ah, no, stop! Don’t dare to die, we have a mortgage!
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