Salaries

After graduating from the Institute with a diploma and a preferential distribution, Mom was an intern with the situation a salary below the poverty level and family room in the hostel, which was considered already arranged daily life. Where I grew up. Well, this period of my life I'll come back again and again, so go straight to the meeting, which is cool changed the course of my life and strengthened my conviction that we live in the worst of all worlds. So, I'm 22 years old, I'm done though neblestyasche, as predicted by all around him, "Inyaz" and the last six months searching for his place under the sun. Work came across different, but each time with one and so is final. Tour operators, who needed an interpreter for the holiday season, joint ventures, promising frequent departure for the "hill", which could have been abroad and Kazakhstan. Even the Indian Union of Buddha and some hard god spoken of six heads. But everything always ended the same: for a week or two before the end of the probationary period, it appeared that I was not sociable, my English is not perfect and as the old bike, I incorrectly pronounce the word "ze The Table." Or in my services were no longer needed to – because of changes in the terms of the contract or I would go, knowing that the next "Negorev" squeezed all the juice out of me, anyway, politely asked to leave without paying for it promised.

On that day (the sun, by the way, and the clouds were gathering not over my head), as usual, I walked, looking at the desk with Ads on hiring, tore the most attractive, smiling. And how to work as a seductive, but with such a salary + social package, so far, not one fool. After reading such a passionate appeal to give their power and knowledge of a thriving company with a very friendly team, ("Chained Together – crooked one goal", slightly altered, I myself, "Naw.") Any sane person would give up everything to hell and blindly its a bad head, sweeping his way to a thick crowd of eager, to fly at a speed of a cheetah bite at that address. But no. They were waiting for me. Only a person like me, naive and honest, able to drink or not, as camel in the desert Kyzyl Kum, for the sake of prosperity of the common cause they needed. But whether they are necessary to me – is another question. Al. to be continued …