A few sketches from my factory practice, while no porn, but there will be porn

TRIP

Glider went normally; the foreman asked questions, the masters answered.
- Stepan Petrovich, and where are you now ... - the head of the workshop, calling the part and its designation and, without raising its head from the list lying in front of it on the table, looked at the master of the first section over his glasses.
Stepan Petrovich, with his glasses up on his forehead, was reading the technical process of some kind of body parts of the device. Looking up from the paper, he looked up and stared at the boss.

The mute scene lasted about five seconds, after which, the boss, grinning and stretching his head slightly and lifting his eyes to the ceiling, stretched out - Aaaaaaaa.
Stepan Petrovich smiled with a shrug, and buried himself in the paper again.

The rest smiled, albeit out of politeness, not understanding the meaning of what happened.
The chief moved on the list further, holding a pencil in his hand and making notes.

Six minutes later, when the thermal report was reported, Stepan Petrovich, looking up from the process, stretched his head and, lifting his eyes to the ceiling, stretched - Aaaaaaaa ...
All rolled!
The foreman, taking off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and, putting them on again and, barely suppressing laughter, said, “It has reached.”
Already at the end of the meeting, the head, turning to the deputy director for technology, who was sitting in the corner behind his desk, asked - Vladimir Fedorovich, what should be taken from them?
- A device for sharpening the angle of entry of taps, thread M3 and less - ottarabanil deputy.

In short! - addressing his subordinates, the chief asked, - Who will fly on a business trip to Vitebsk? We must take this fit.
- We transferred the money to them - again, turning to the deputy, he asked.
- Yes, the money was gone last week - for some reason, angry, the deputy answered.
All of a sudden, they fell silent, buried in their notebooks.
I was surprised, thinking that there would be no end from those who wanted.
- Nnu? - the chief looked round subordinates.
- Yes, I fly - I said, surprised at myself, the reaction of colleagues.
I flew away the next day.
25.05.2012

Glider

Finishing the planning, the shop manager turned to his subordinates - Urgently, on a business trip, to Rybinsk. Who!
- I! - I raised my hand.
- Yes, you sit, Gypsy! - the head even turned away, waving his hand in the hearts.
- For you, shever hon, and your aunt can not give birth in any way!
- Fedoritch, in which month? - grinned chief, referring to the deputy of the production.
- Yes, read it, the eleventh went - angrily glinting at me with glasses, the deputy answered.
- Do you, in the technical bureau, elephant, or what? - grinned the chief, looking at me over his glasses.

The women giggled, and in the men, all of a sudden, all of them started combing their noses at once.
The average age of my mothers, technologists, was quite reproductive, and I smiled with everyone.
There were no volunteers on a business trip, and the head turned to the deputy director for technology - Natalya Viktorovna, it means you!
Natalya Viktorovna, the former master of terms, smiled and answered - Good. I fly off.
- Flora! The chief shouted, and immediately Georgiy Vladimirovich came to me, call Flora.
I did not have time to get up from the table, the door opened and Flora appeared in the opening; storekeeper and, concurrently, the secretary.

I must say that the name corresponded to nature: a beautiful woman was.
There were rumors about the unofficial relations between the boss and the secretary, but I will not collect gossip here.
- Flora, get Natalia Viktorovna a business trip to Rybinsk
- Yes, Dmitry Vasilyevich
- Everybody's Free. Melnik, Georgiy Vladimirovich - stay!
Getting up from the table and, bypassing it all around, the head asked - What is the problem with alcohol for rubbing the molds in the hard alloy area?

We answered simultaneously:
- Lacks! - Miller.
- There is a norm! - I.
The boss understood why there was not enough alcohol; but, by the end of the year, all the alcohol should be used and, if there is a residue, the next year the rate will be cut by the amount of residue.
- Are you going to wash them in alcohol? The chief asked, glancing at Melnik with a grin.
- Why wash? Although ... - Miller turned his head - A reasonable offer. And you can not make a ratsuha? - now both, grinning, looked at me.

Having looked at the clock, the chief grabbed the list from the table and, heading for the exit from the office, he threw it away - George Vladimirovich, figure it out. The standard is probably written before the war.
We went to the tech bureau, and I got a sample instruction for wiping the parts of the mold with alcohol.
- It's very simple: you take a cotton swab and wipe it - I told Miller, looking in the text.
He grinned - It depends on which fleece to take? - and spreading his arms, he added - And half the bucket is not enough.
I recalculated the norm by adding the external surfaces of the molds, which were completely optional to wipe with alcohol. The standard has almost doubled, and the contented Miller, signing on a piece of paper with calculations, went to the precinct.
The next day, Natalya Viktorovna came to the meeting room with dark glasses.

Everyone who talked to her diligently averted their eyes to the side, but I could not understand why?

The day was sunny and dark glasses, like, were to the point. Although not on the scrutiny?

Everything became clear when, after the scheduling, I entered the tech bureau.
- Bastard! Gad! Cattle! Kazel! He is unworthy of her little finger, such a creature, an alcoholic conch ... - without finishing the tirade, Malkova stopped talking and sat at her desk.
Having told in brief about what was discussed at the meeting and what products go into emergency positions, I left the technical office, went down to the workshop and went to the toilet.

The doors, male and female, the toilets were near and, when I approached the male, from the female, straightening her skirt, Elena Dmitrievna, the designer working in my technical bureau, came out.
Standing between me and the door to the men's room, and approaching me very close, I asked - Did you hear her curse?
...
- Yes, Malkova! - noticing my bewilderment, she added.
And, lowering her voice, and clinging to me with her big breasts, said that Natalya Viktorovna was beaten up by her husband yesterday, jealous of her drunk to the next pillar.
She would have talked for a long time, but I, bypassing her, pushed the door to the toilet.
- So go! - she graciously let me go, and went, shaking her broad hips.

...
- What are you smiling at? Ahhh! Yes, you were not mistaken: I flew on a business trip.

19.08.2012