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 re-read the previous chapters, I made this chapter-bundle, which continues the plot and helps you quickly remember the summary of the previous parts.
Sergei lay on the floor and looked at the ceiling. I was going to spend five minutes like this, but an hour has already passed. The further, the less I wanted to climb.
Tanya lounging imposingly on the couch, with a laptop on her lap. She did not pay any attention to her husband, only mouse clicks were heard. A short, ringing click is the left button. Deaf, more authentic - a click of the wheel. Internet.
Is it possible not to notice a husband lying under his feet for an hour? Unlikely. At least peripheral vision should fix some deviations from the usual picture. So it's deliberately ignored. I wonder how long it will last?
Sergey sighed heavily and lingeringly. He covered his eyes with his hand and let out a soft moan. He slightly raised his fingers, looked at Tanya - no reaction.
- Tan ... - Sergey drawled, still holding his palm over his eyes.
- Roared? The wife looked up from her computer. - Come on, hang your snot.
Sergei abruptly got up and looked intently at Tanya. The face is calm, with a slight smile. Ready to listen.
- I got bored. I'll quit, probably.
- Why?
- Yes, there, in short ... - Sergey began.
How are we going to pay the mortgage?
- And what about the mortgage ...
- In terms of? – Tanya rolled her eyes, and Sergey mentally crossed himself. - You're a fool, aren't you? What are you thinking about?
- I think that in vain I got in touch with all this. – seriously and, as could, quietly said Sergei.
“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 to, and then you whine like a thin woman.
- What? What grandmother?
- The usual, whining, muslin woman.
- Kisey young lady. Sergey corrected.
- What kind of lady are you? the wife chuckled. - Young ladies in lace dresses walk around, with umbrellas and a volume of Byron. And you, in torn shorts, a dirty T-shirt and snot under your nose, are lying on the floor. And whine about how hard it is for you.
- Okay, kill it...
— What where to score? You, Seryozha, I'm sorry, but you are just an infantile woman. Okay, he didn’t listen to me, he decided to take the initiative, he got into somewhere, into some kind of project. Well, since I got in, don't whine! If you're afraid, don't do it; if you've done it, don't be afraid.
- Genghis Khan?
- I don’t know, maybe ... Nadia has such a status in a social network. And don't forget we have a mortgage. And please remember, dear, that I can't work right now. When I finish my studies, I will go, just like you. You also have to pay for education. And, in case you forgot, I'll remind you - it was a joint decision. You beat your chest and said that you could take out both the mortgage and my studies. You haven't forgotten that I also worked and didn't get much less than you, did you?
- So I have a reminder ... - Sergey felt that the conversation was already moving into a rigidly constructive direction, and began to smile.
What other reminder?
- You, my 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 can always quit.
- In terms of? You just said we have a mortgage to pay!
- Well, I'm not a fool, Seryozha, what do you think ...
“I never thought so!
- Well, yeah, tell me. Right now you are sitting and thinking - damn hysterical, I would punch you in the face. And I'm just telling you the truth. You like to soar 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, for fun, tell me what happened to you, poor thing.
Sergei was silent. The situation was unusual - before Tanya had never delved into the details of his work, and he could carry all sorts of nonsense about problems, grievances and difficulties, knowing that he would not have to explain.
- Well, in short, so ... - he began after a couple of minutes. - We have a mess with accounting in stock.
- Steal?
— No, hardly. Details are too illiquid, specific, you can’t sell them here. All clients are thousands of kilometers from us, oil is being produced. They don't steal. Just a mess considering. One thing in the program, another in the warehouse. Each revision reveals colossal deviations.
— What is the problem? Tanya frowned. - Since they don’t steal, then what’s the difference, what is there in your program?
Kurchatov doesn't like it. 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 there is. Managers also suffer...
Are they suffering too? Like you, lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling?
- No ... They experience difficulties in their work. The client calls, asks to ship a hundred bushings. 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 pressure on production, but they didn’t reflect it in the program.
- Okay, I get it. Come on.
Well, I volunteered to correct this situation.
— What for? Tanya started. “Ah, well, we’ve already discussed this. Volunteered and volunteered.
- So…
- Wait a minute. Tanya raised her hand. “Let’s get straight to the point: do you know how to fix this?”
- Well, there, it is ... In short, I think that ...
- Do you know or not?
Are you a damn prosecutor?
- I am an unhappy, young, beautiful woman whose husband decided to chew on snot. So you know, or not?
- I know.
Saying this, Sergey felt the same as at the first meeting with the owner, when he volunteered to do this project. Confidence in success did not come from reason, facts or a plan, but from somewhere inside, intuitively, inexplicably.
- Right? Tanya asked.
- Exactly.
Well, how are you going to 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 it's a little thing. And I'm sure I'll find it.
Tanya looked at her husband intently. Her gaze became serious, like Kurchatov's, when he was trying to understand whether this stupid guy could be trusted. After a few seconds, Tanya smiled, shrugged her shoulders and continued.
- Well, this is understandable. If you do it, then you do it.
- In terms of? Why don't you ask for details?
“So why try them out if you don’t know them?” You start to suck out of your finger, drive a blizzard, smart words, some methods. He said that you know how to do everything - I believe you. Well, what about mortgages? He said that you will pull - then you will pull.
"So you're just...
Someone has to bring you back to normal. I'm a reminder, you said it yourself. And then he played with his fictitious problems, you don’t feel the ground under your feet. And you have nowhere to retreat, behind ... Wife.
- Unhappy, young and beautiful?
— Any doubts? – somehow too seriously asked Tanya.
“God deliver me from doubts…” Sergey crossed himself picturesquely.
- Here you go. And it's the same at work. Don't whine about your problems. What, by the way, for problems, I did not understand? Do you know how and what to do?
- Well ... Somehow, I don’t know ... They began to treat me worse.
- And when you were treated well, tell me? You always act like some kind of scumbag. With everyone you swear, you are offended, it’s almost not for you. Remember why you were kicked out of all your jobs?
- I was never kicked out, I always left myself. – proudly answered Sergei.
- Why did you leave?
Well, there were reasons everywhere.
- Yes, there has always been one and the same reason - someone offended Seryozhenka. And Seryozha - I remind you, since I am a reminder - a thin woman, you can’t offend him. Who hurts you, baby?
- Yah you…
- No, come on, my baby, tell me, we'll roar together. What, Galka walks and complains about you to the director?
- Well, not that he complains directly ... Rather, he pawns.
- Oh, and the mortgage, go ahead, wrote? Are you in tears? Who else? The director probably called and cursed? And you can’t swear at Seryozha, he has the Gosha-Goga syndrome.
- What?
- Well, Goga from Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears. Also hysterical. Oh, you can’t talk to me like that, otherwise I’ll gooooooooo and I’ll cry and booaaaaaat.
He seems to be a positive character...
- He left the woman and ran away because she raised her voice - a good hero, in your opinion? No, he is a grandmother. Ordinary, hysterical, infantile woman. Although, why am I all a woman, yes a woman ... An ordinary, hysterical, infantile man. Who does not solve problems, but runs away from them. Well, how are you.
- I?
- You, and who else. A little bit not for you - you run away from work. Pebble complained about you - you run away from work. What else do you have there? Your friendship, how is it there ... Do not care. Also, guess what, did you cheat something?
- Yes, he, it seems, decided to betray me ...
- Oh no! - Tanya raised her hands and picturesquely sprawled on the sofa. - He betrayed you! How to live? Quit immediately! Run, run away 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 women's - naturally women's! - problems. How schoolgirls talk, remember? And I am like that, and he is like that, and I am like that to him, and he is like that to me ...
- Okay ... Do something what?
- Do your fucking project! Well, the pepper is clear that you will be treated badly! Even I, a narrow-minded, but young and beautiful woman, understand this. Get on the pedestal - everyone is looking at you. If you make a mistake, they will point fingers and laugh. You and your work will be discussed, whispering, complaining, intriguing, provoking, spoiling you. Just because you got out of the swamp. Each of them wants to get out, but few dare. And looking at those who got out is unbearable. They are trying to drag you back. You still write about your project on the Internet - you will rake so much shit that you will be tired of laundering. For the same reason.
- And what about all this? Well, with people...
Serezha, are you stupid? What did I just tell you?
- So they put spokes in my wheels ...
- And you take away the stick and stick it in their ass! Lord, what are you ... None. Show me your teeth. Or fuck them, do what you can with what you have, where you are.
- Also the status of Nadia? Sergey guessed.
No, it's Roosevelt. Well, you were going to quit anyway - so work as if you will be fired soon. There is nothing to lose, there is no need to be friends with people, there is no one to be afraid of. Just do this fucking project if you can. And if you don't have time - okay, find yourself another job. In the end, I 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.
- Wonderful! So, there is nothing to fear at all. Take it and do it. Work like you already know you're going to get fired.
Like a samurai, right?
What else is a samurai?
- Well, these are samurai, it seems, they lived as if they had already died.
- Let there be a samurai ... Oh, no, stop! Don't you dare die, we have a mortgage!
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