And pulled me to contact these bitches!

For a long time I will remember the quiet life, which, as it seemed to me, began with the change of work. I left the last place of work nervously, with a hurried and conflicting transfer of affairs to a person who was “on the drum” and the mountain of papers received by him, and the work itself.

At the new place, I was expected by a somewhat large salary and career prospects, which the commercial director interviewed me cynically described as “pushing our doors and all the doors open for you”. He did not doubt that I could do this - otherwise, why would we spend three evenings and four and a half hours discussing my transition.

The new team greeted me cordially and indifferently. The cozy office, decorated by women sitting there without frills, looked indifferently at the new specialist of the external markets department - polite questions in the first half-hour-hour were replaced by a large meeting with the boss, where I was already fully introduced to the essence of the department’s current tasks. After the meeting, contrary to what the men have worked in women's teams, no one has discussed the choice of tights or new lipstick.

So passed the first month. It was clear that my activity and deep understanding of the tasks did not pass by the attention of the women who worked with me. Although they treated me smoothly and kindly, it was a different kindness.

Tatyana, who was sitting sideways to me, was cheerfully indifferent. We politely talked about work, but she was almost never interested in my opinion on some other issues that were often discussed in the team. It will look when I start talking, sometimes it nods, but the same one turns sideways and looks at the monitor or the window. She wore knee-length skirts, white blouses and constant office shoes with a small heel.

Natalia was mockingly indifferent. She was a friend of the company's chief accountant, to whom she periodically ran away with documents. Often such a visit was preceded by a call, from which it became clear that the girls are the real best friends who have long gone and the fire, and water, and all that is still there. By the way, calling them girls I don’t sin much against the truth - both of them, it seemed to me, were extremely young to work in their positions.

Natalia's mockness was not annoying or offensive. She just looked and said as if “if you were a hundred times smarter and make you a hundred times more than me, I’m not going anywhere from here”. And I really think that she would not have gone anywhere.

The third lady in the office was wearily indifferent - her loyalty to the company, her authority and position were the fruits of not so much education or experience as exceptional loyalty to the management and the company. Her name was Valeria. Most likely she was about forty-five years old, but this was her age so that she unexpectedly considered her the same age — well, maybe not quite, but something very close.

Her fatigue flowed from work, to which she devoted a huge amount of time, and to the family, to which she devoted all that remained.

What did the other ladies live in? I did not understand - they rarely spoke about their personal affairs, and if they did, then I was far from always in the office to hear or understand something. Well, except that Natalya often briefly reported some news to her friend and ran away, throwing the inside phone's kin tube, to discuss without witnesses.

Families, if any, were discussed very rarely and always in such phrases that did not allow for any arbitrarily clear conclusions.

At the end of the first month of work, I decided that my activity and ambition required a little to shake the local working atmosphere with a small unexpected gesture.On Friday, I brought a big cake, a couple of bottles of wine, a bottle of champagne and a small bottle of brandy - I dumped it all on a low empty table in the corner of the room and joyfully rubbing my hands said a prepared phrase:

“Dear comrades of the woman,” I diligently delayed trying to copy Comrade Sukhov from the Soviet action movie “White Sun of the Desert”, “I invite you to celebrate the month of my presence.”

The answer was to me three views of different duration, but rather the same degree of indifference. However, Valeria got up to see what I brought there, and Tatiana quickly looked at the calendar and asked:

- Sasha, a month already? Yes?

I nodded happily. And, turning to the unresponsive Natalia, he said:

- Maybe we invite Maria Mikhailovna? - here and so I just tried to establish a more lively communication, not only with an indifferent colleague, but also with her friend. By the way, I really didn’t have time to talk with our chief accountant - we regularly greeted me in the corridor, but almost never talked about work: specifically or not, but Natalya pulled all the tasks to communicate with the accounting department.

Natalia nodded, but did not call, quickly walked to the door. It seemed to me at that moment, without even looking at the table.

- I'll call her. Why not. - said Natalia.

I bloomed with joy and rushed to help my colleagues, who at that moment were just exchanging some insignificant, but extremely suitable in such situations, comments about the food they brought.

- Spill better immediately wine. - said Tatyana - we still will not have any champagne.

- Yes? And I thought that I was the first original here who decided to drag a bottle to the office. - I was not very good at joking, once again feeling that in a month I learned very, very little.

- Yes, Natasha and Maria will definitely be wine. And I can tea with you ... taxi.

At this time, Valeria grinned and reached for one of the bottles.

- I myself, I myself. - I quickly opened the wine, took out five plastic cups from the bag and poured wine over them. Realizing that I still need four cups, I moved one of them away from Tatiana, walked around the table on the other side and began to fiddle with the cake.

Wine drank literally twenty minutes. During this time, Natasha and Maria (although I did not dare to address her in any way except “Maria Mikhailovna”) managed to sit down around the table, and already several times loudly laughed discussing some common friends, while regularly breaking into our conversation with Valeria and Tatiana. I was just telling those about my previous work and the exhausting month that I spent on the transfer of affairs before the dismissal.

I was already quite happy that I was able to create such an atmosphere, when once again I realized that I set the atmosphere and tone of communication here only conditionally. At first, Tatiana suddenly looked at her watch and, without much interest in continuing the conversation, began to get home.

Seeing that Tatyana was going, Natalya also discovered that we had already drunk the wine - an awkward pause arose, into which I braked, trying to figure out whether to offer the ladies champagne, which they do not seem to like. During this pause, we also lost Valeria, who managed to decide for herself that she would devote the remaining evening to the house and family - she quickly got together and, it seemed to me, happily avoiding the fate of refusing champagne or cognac, ran away.

- Well, at least you do not throw me. - I said jokingly, opening the cognac.

- Cognac? Come on. Although I still have wine, ”Maria Mikhailovna suddenly boldly said, and flew off to her room.

Perhaps this quick jerk has shown that I am dealing with a very active and athletic lady. For a moment a perfect ankle flashed across the length of the long skirt, on which I can vouch for more than one gym.

- Masha has a whole warehouse there. - Natasha smiled. - they give her a lot, but she does not take her home.

Maria returned with a bottle, which I initially took for a bucket. A bucket of wine — that’s what it looked like.

- The most decent of what is. - Maria smiled.

- Drink everything, I hope not necessarily. - and friends laughed.

I smiled and began to open the cunning cover. Bottle ... Read more →