Рабочее. Последняя неделя с Ксавером.

[tima]

Наталкиваюсь только что на Брайана в коридоре, чуть не падаю - как это он ... в 12 уже на работе. Обмениваемся приветствиями и между нами происходит такой разговор:

B r i a n - Hey, Tim, I've heard you talked to Greg (это наш директор) on Friday. I guess the talk was regarding Xavier?
T i m - Yeah. I first sent him an email expressing my concerns and then wasted half an hour of my time on a phone with him for nothing. I knew I wouldn't be able to reverse the call, but I just couldn't NOT to call him and not to tell him what I think about all that shit if you know what I mean.
B r i a n - Sure, I know what you mean. Dennis (это наш менеджер) told me that Greg pissed off a big time and contacted him right away after your call regarding the team spirit, leadership, assignments, work discipline, salary rises etc. But I am with you on that one. And you know what? To let Xavier go you have to be fucking crazy!
T i m - Yes, I know, the heck with them. And you know what?!! They ARE fucking crazy!!!
B r i a n - Yeah! Fuck'em!!

Проходящая мимо нас мелкая незаметная мышевидная дама из юридического отдела судорожно отшатывается и проскальзывает мимо нас по стене.

Время начинать готовить запасной аэродром.

P.S. Продолжаю пить.