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Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью Николая Лакутина.
Hypocrite
– What do you think is in my soul now? Joy, admiration or satisfaction from the result? – how would asked a burning look and a bewitching curve smile through the closed lips for a long time not a young man a little less than sixty years, a pleasant appearance of well-groomed appearance…
You're wrong.... In my soul hate and anger… sounded iron voice …
This story began in the last century, but laid a solid Foundation for many years to come…
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– Where are you from here? – with great surprise said my old friend from childhood.
– Yes, glad to see, here, the Manager came to be employed on vacancy on interview with Mikhail Sergeyevich, and you what here?
– Work? Great, and I run this firm, so Mikhail Sergeyevich's in front of you. Come in, tell me how and what you live.
Of course, I was extremely uncomfortable to communicate with the position of a subordinate– the Director with his former friend, whom I continually bullied in kindergarten, later in primary school, and later just in the yard skirmishes. I constantly made fun of him, often offended and framed to the best of my ability, and now, after almost twenty years, come to him with a drooping head.
– Well what to tell, after I was transferred to another school, everything somehow went wrong. While poured into a new team – started his studies, even if it was almost left for the second year. Later caught up, but after the ninth grade went to the technician, then in absentia five years in the trade, well, a little work had time there here. Something like that. I'm looking for a place to hide. Okay, what, I'll probably go.
– Wait, wait, so let's get you a job with us, we need people now. What position did you want us in?
– The Manager.
– Look, we are expanding, we desperately need additional staff in the office to negotiate with customers, sometimes, however, you need to go, but mostly work here. The money agree, but otherwise, I think everything will be OK?
Yes, business was my old friend, the Bear, needless to say, still not gone.
– Let's try, we'll see what's what…
***
I worked for several months as a Manager, Bear never gave me a reason to regret the enrollment in the ranks of the company. Job responsibilities of the negotiations and the expansion of the customer base I regularly performed, in view of this has been steadily my development and formation as a specialist, respectively, and earnings also grew. Where it was not clear to me Mishka explained, corrected my actions and provided all possible support in difficult negotiations.
– You do not answer directly when you poke his nose in the gaps of our products, go to answer, citing the worse the performance of competitors. Always try to be polite and wear a nice good-natured mask on your face, even when you are trampled into the dirt. Your confidence and calm attitude to the negative, most partners will appreciate and give us access to new areas of interest. Don't fuss, don't argue and don't enter the conflicts, always let's speak to the opponent, support him and on-humanly agree, only after that so, casually let him understand that without us it will be worse, – my head spoke to me, and I did everything exactly so.
Even a little strange that the person I bullied as a child – me, and not revenge, for example.
Well, apparently he's smart enough not to drag in past childhood at the present time, and indeed, why would he ridicule me when I bring him a larger and larger profit… – answered the question myself.
The case went to the mountain. I sharpened my tongue, got angry, acquired co
And then came the happy moment when all the work for me began to do subordinates. I just had to adjust, direct and stimulate my employees. And sitting in a large spacious office in the company of a lonely glass of expensive wine, I began to increasingly come to an unpleasant conclusion:
– At the time of my admission to the company I had a family, friends and parents. My parents died a long time ago, my wife could not stand my outside relationship, which at some point was just a necessary link in the way of not so much career as financial ladder, and left with the children. My friends stopped calling me long ago because they felt lost interest on my part, because I went to work with my head. And that in end. Prestigious job? A good profit? A worthy place in the social environment? Yes, I persistently aspired to well-being and own development, but it seems that development on any step failed and went not in that party. Hell, I wish my former boss took revenge on me for blackened childhood, substituting for money. After all, this opportunity was given more than once, it would be better if he humiliated me in public, spoiled my career and would discourage the desire once and for all to meddle in the sphere of sales, it would be better if he did it with me all together than created me the way I am now.
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Friends, what I wanted to say with this story. When I from my childhood was in adolescence, the profession of Manager was just begi
Something beautiful
Quiet bachelor "den". Misty morning. Turned on a few days ago, the TV is still in a low voice threshing from the screen some public dregs.
– Probably, at some moment of life we are all faced with the problem… although, not necessarily the problem… say, the task is to find the second half… it Seems that this moment has come and I, ' thought the young man, reluctantly he opened his eyes.