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Office tales
I hope the author will write a sequel))
hence ( susel-times)
- Office tale, part one - the classification
The target of modern storytellers and all other creators of folklore long ago had become a business and office centers. Because so much evil in any forest or archetypal Infernal tridesyatom kingdom was not found, as her office corridor pacing. And no, I do not zavskladom and accounting now have in mind. And the most natural monsters. These creatures everywhere, the day they hide under the carpet, and at night, when small classrooms and large Open Space (barely wrote this heresy) are empty and only a lone office desk creaked under the pressure of the friction in the sales manager's secretary, nedotykomka crawl from all cracks. This is for you, by the way, any night watchman confirm. I'm not lying, in short.
Since this niche is now empty, start-ka I fill it quietly. All is empty, so at least to the pioneers of the genre can be written. You look, and move over Charles Christian Grimm with a bronze pedestal. To disperse the classification of the most common office of evil, perhaps.
Sortirny spirit
Sortirny Spirit - this is not what you're thinking. No no. This is not a pain in the eyes and dizziness, occurring when using the toilet stall after the Director of Development. This little monster ethereal types of houses, but since the area of its habitat rarely extends beyond the office toilet, a corresponding name. Well, not the house, he, in fact - and here the house? And, of course, not the office, we are all here quite a office - rat, in a sense. In general, he sortirny. Spirit. It is a rather greedy. Its main fishing - it've stole toilet paper at the exact moment when you, his eyes bulging, flew into the booth and plunk down on the toilet. Hop-pa, and the paper is not. Sortirny stolen. You embarrassed him fun. In addition, add sortirny loves working the night guards are constantly turning on the light in the toilet. Near the guards, however, err on the office workers - say, forget to turn off. But it is not. Ghost vests
By the way, the toilet space sortirny spirit does not take one. But since it is incorporeal, he does not care. And the goals are a ghost vests are quite different. Ghost vests also immaterial substance capable of uncontrolled expansion, the gas - occupies the entire space stall when there comes cry secretary, office manager or coffee Girl with a reception. Here's one of them sit on the toilet seat, dropping the pre-cap, and sheds tears in the three streams, because that bastard - advertising director seduced her on a night out, and the married is. Ghost vests slightly swollen from tears of inconsolable female, priobnimaet wronged lady's shoulders and whisper softly in her ear, that all men goats. Do not believe? You hold a secretary in the corner and ask why she was crying not in the pantry or in the kitchen, and it is in the toilet. That's just it. The toilet is easier to cry. Because the ghost.
Kradun-kleptomaniac
The fact that you can not leave the office table mate even chewing gum with fruit flavor, really, and children know. It disappears because. But do not just disappear. Kradun-kleptomaniac - a little hairy and immensely greedy creature that mimics a mop - sopret. He did all rushing. This is the meaning of his existence. Why - is unclear. Where to go - unknown. But rushing and rushing. Special passion felt for someone else chocolate sandwiches generally cooler and a packet of expensive imported from abroad berry tea. Sometimes I inclined to joke. For example, the chief of department've stole high-value pair of scissors or a box is absolutely necessary in multi-colored paper clips and put tochnehonko you on the table. Justifies then ...
Perevorachivatel bin
Well, this all is clear in principle. Small, nimble, like a rat. He lives near the plastic bins and shredders. Hobby - throw themselves at his feet a passing office workers, so that he stumbled, he knocked over a bucket on the carpet. Trades usually in the evening, when the bucket is already so full of leftovers from lunch, office, wet tea bags and manicured nails to the secretary and coffee Girl with a reception. Collect all hands - well, very disgusting, but necessary. A perevorachivatel at this time because of the cooler looks and laughs softly. Bitch what!
Tumbochny satyr and the nymph of the stapler
The pair - are one and the same. Only sexual identity different. They move into the evening to stay at work office workers to implement their own lust. What, now, tell me, what makes married thirty procurement manager and single mother of twenty-eight years old, part-time assistant accountant copulate wildly on an uncomfortable and did not fit for this office chair? Not what, but who. Tumbochny satyr and the nymph of the stapler. Manager will open the evening nightstand and again - already leering looks around, adjusting his suit pants pocket after unexpectedly jumped instrument of procreation. CLICK assistant stapler at the next contract, and now something is jammed in the chest, her bra already bursting at the seams. And then they look at each other askance weeks, because both together in any way, and separately, too strange, after what happened. And there is nothing to work after seven linger, even if it burns a quarterly report. Yes, that he burned all, this report!
hence ( susel-times)
- Office tale, part one - the classification
The target of modern storytellers and all other creators of folklore long ago had become a business and office centers. Because so much evil in any forest or archetypal Infernal tridesyatom kingdom was not found, as her office corridor pacing. And no, I do not zavskladom and accounting now have in mind. And the most natural monsters. These creatures everywhere, the day they hide under the carpet, and at night, when small classrooms and large Open Space (barely wrote this heresy) are empty and only a lone office desk creaked under the pressure of the friction in the sales manager's secretary, nedotykomka crawl from all cracks. This is for you, by the way, any night watchman confirm. I'm not lying, in short.
Since this niche is now empty, start-ka I fill it quietly. All is empty, so at least to the pioneers of the genre can be written. You look, and move over Charles Christian Grimm with a bronze pedestal. To disperse the classification of the most common office of evil, perhaps.
Sortirny spirit
Sortirny Spirit - this is not what you're thinking. No no. This is not a pain in the eyes and dizziness, occurring when using the toilet stall after the Director of Development. This little monster ethereal types of houses, but since the area of its habitat rarely extends beyond the office toilet, a corresponding name. Well, not the house, he, in fact - and here the house? And, of course, not the office, we are all here quite a office - rat, in a sense. In general, he sortirny. Spirit. It is a rather greedy. Its main fishing - it've stole toilet paper at the exact moment when you, his eyes bulging, flew into the booth and plunk down on the toilet. Hop-pa, and the paper is not. Sortirny stolen. You embarrassed him fun. In addition, add sortirny loves working the night guards are constantly turning on the light in the toilet. Near the guards, however, err on the office workers - say, forget to turn off. But it is not. Ghost vests
By the way, the toilet space sortirny spirit does not take one. But since it is incorporeal, he does not care. And the goals are a ghost vests are quite different. Ghost vests also immaterial substance capable of uncontrolled expansion, the gas - occupies the entire space stall when there comes cry secretary, office manager or coffee Girl with a reception. Here's one of them sit on the toilet seat, dropping the pre-cap, and sheds tears in the three streams, because that bastard - advertising director seduced her on a night out, and the married is. Ghost vests slightly swollen from tears of inconsolable female, priobnimaet wronged lady's shoulders and whisper softly in her ear, that all men goats. Do not believe? You hold a secretary in the corner and ask why she was crying not in the pantry or in the kitchen, and it is in the toilet. That's just it. The toilet is easier to cry. Because the ghost.
Kradun-kleptomaniac
The fact that you can not leave the office table mate even chewing gum with fruit flavor, really, and children know. It disappears because. But do not just disappear. Kradun-kleptomaniac - a little hairy and immensely greedy creature that mimics a mop - sopret. He did all rushing. This is the meaning of his existence. Why - is unclear. Where to go - unknown. But rushing and rushing. Special passion felt for someone else chocolate sandwiches generally cooler and a packet of expensive imported from abroad berry tea. Sometimes I inclined to joke. For example, the chief of department've stole high-value pair of scissors or a box is absolutely necessary in multi-colored paper clips and put tochnehonko you on the table. Justifies then ...
Perevorachivatel bin
Well, this all is clear in principle. Small, nimble, like a rat. He lives near the plastic bins and shredders. Hobby - throw themselves at his feet a passing office workers, so that he stumbled, he knocked over a bucket on the carpet. Trades usually in the evening, when the bucket is already so full of leftovers from lunch, office, wet tea bags and manicured nails to the secretary and coffee Girl with a reception. Collect all hands - well, very disgusting, but necessary. A perevorachivatel at this time because of the cooler looks and laughs softly. Bitch what!
Tumbochny satyr and the nymph of the stapler
The pair - are one and the same. Only sexual identity different. They move into the evening to stay at work office workers to implement their own lust. What, now, tell me, what makes married thirty procurement manager and single mother of twenty-eight years old, part-time assistant accountant copulate wildly on an uncomfortable and did not fit for this office chair? Not what, but who. Tumbochny satyr and the nymph of the stapler. Manager will open the evening nightstand and again - already leering looks around, adjusting his suit pants pocket after unexpectedly jumped instrument of procreation. CLICK assistant stapler at the next contract, and now something is jammed in the chest, her bra already bursting at the seams. And then they look at each other askance weeks, because both together in any way, and separately, too strange, after what happened. And there is nothing to work after seven linger, even if it burns a quarterly report. Yes, that he burned all, this report!
