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tigrenokThis week I have learned from one local lady that it is worth more to work here as a couple, but to retire as a single. Therefore, some of couples become divorced just before their pension. Not that there was anything special about it - I used to hear about such divorces in the Soviet Union (to solve more successfully housing problems), and upon my arrival in Israel for receiving benefits for newcoming citizens... But what do people do who have double citizenship and two houses on both sides of the Swiss-French border? In France, it's all somehow different. I haven't understood how exactly it is there because of my poor French, and I was too shy to ask it.
My shyness plus a weak knowledge of French were the two main reasons prevented me from voicing the question above aloud to this lady herself.
If one famous Russian proverb supposes, that the curiosity killed a kitten, then who can give an insurance that your Tiger-Cub will be able to escape? :))
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Yesterday in my presence one lady with the high engineering education was explained for a long time how to divide 12 by 4. I'm repeating in words: twelve by four, the action was division. Yes, I know that this is a regular example studied in an elementary school. No, this time it wasn't me, who had to explain that. It's not that such exercices would be a rarity for me when I was teaching programmers and economists for the future in a college that I called here once like "non-Slytherin", but this time I didn't have to act as a teacher. Again, fortunately for myself, because who could give an insurance that your Tiger-Cub would be able to escape? :))
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Trying to return slightly to the previous year life, I read through the missed posts. (And why, I'd like to ask, when I am not in LJ, the LJife is so interesting there? And what about me? :)
For example, I have recently read one charming and lovely post about phone calls in one office. What immediately reminded me of wonderful students letters with lovely and charming questions that were real pearls of clean water. And not only the letters of students - it could be the least of such kind problems. After all, we also had have a telephone device in the office. Again, all similar questions were entering unexpectedly our office on the phone too, but you can truely say that there is nothing surprising in it. You can even argue that I was paid for this. Well, I was paid for a certain number of hours per week, but after all, everything is relative, depending on how to look and in which reality this clock is considered. I suppose, you have been taught about about the connection of time and speed during your lessons of physics.
However, I has been never paid for the job as switchboard operator - there was no such thing in my duties in any dimension (including the fourth one), in any of the parallel universes, and so on in the same spirit! I'm ready to give you one of my whiskers, if i'm lying now!
Are you surprised? Wait, wait, I'll explain you everything!
When I just went into the office, my ex-neighbour immediately explained to me:
- Before a while we used to have the same number for both the offices: ours and the one next to us. Therefore, if somebody calls and asks for Nurit, give him this number.
- And who is Nurit? - Tiger-Cub asked immediately.
- Don't worry about it, she doesn't work here already, but this is her phone number!
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Hence, when Nurit was asked, I obediently gave this number, although I did not know who she was. However, it wasn't the end of phone troubles. My neighbour with her husband moved abroad, I was gotten new neighbours and gave them the baton about unknown Nurit. But then it suddenly turned out that our phone number had belonged before to Zwicka, and a lot people started to be eager to talk to him. Nobody warned me about Zwicka, but the number of calls with the mention of Zwicky was growing up in geometric progression with a coefficient greater than one. At first I tried to push them Nurit instead of Zwicka , but the trick did not work. Then I was told where exactly Zwicka was working and tearfully asked to look for his new phone number at the phone book of Technion. Maybe Zwicka had been trying to hide, and he managed to do it pretty succesfully until that phone call. After it I wrote out his phone number next to the four digits of Nurit's one, and everything went smoothly. If not for Zwicky himself, then for seekers for him. Until the cleaning lady came.
I usually begged the cleaning lady not to put things in order on my desk, and not wash either it, or the blackboard. But bad memory is unfortunately a common things on nowadays. Therefore, when I returned one day early in the morning to my office, I discovered the neat table where I couldn't find anything. The blackboard, of course, was clean too. And then the bell rang. It was a very unknown lady who demanded in sharp and hard form to find for her Zwicka here and immediately. What could I do? Even I didn't know Zwicka personally I used to hear about him, while the lady who was phoning me then was sounded like at the first time. I'm ready to give you one of my whiskers, if it wasn't her first time, because this vicious and aggressive voice with all its intonations really hard to forget.
I remind you that I had a full order on my desk, so I could not find anything there. On the other hand I had to run away "here and now" with the material I needed then, and the inbreak of the cleaning lady on the eve became for me a complete and unplanned surprise. At the same time the phone-lady demanded to supply her Zwicka "also here and now" too. I don't know if that time poor Zwicka was guilty, but there were two things that I know for sure: I wasn't guilty, and the information servise of Technion resided then on the phone "0". Hence, it differed a lot from our four-digited number, and every error was absolutely excluded. Again, and if the lady had thought to talk with me at least a little more polite, I might even have looked for the number in the phone book again (if I had found it in this order!) or would dictated it from my memory. But I was nervous and hurried, but the lady ... Well, you understand.
At first I thought to ask this lady already her phone number and name, in the case of something, you know, to stay on the safe side. But then I changed my opinion - such a pussycat always comes dry out of the water, and who can give an insurance that your Tiger-Cub would be able to escape? :))
And then I, sincerely regretting about myself and the unknown Zwicka (from whom I personally had never heard any bad word) delegated this lady to four ...
There weren't four letters, as somebody can think. But they were four adresses: the information office, the phone book, her personal secretaries, and her bosses, who could explane this lady about the real big one.
Perhaps one of these addresses worked. At least I hope so. For all unknown to me Nurits, Zwickas and all the future residents of that office and the owners of that phone number.
My shyness plus a weak knowledge of French were the two main reasons prevented me from voicing the question above aloud to this lady herself.
If one famous Russian proverb supposes, that the curiosity killed a kitten, then who can give an insurance that your Tiger-Cub will be able to escape? :))
* * *
Yesterday in my presence one lady with the high engineering education was explained for a long time how to divide 12 by 4. I'm repeating in words: twelve by four, the action was division. Yes, I know that this is a regular example studied in an elementary school. No, this time it wasn't me, who had to explain that. It's not that such exercices would be a rarity for me when I was teaching programmers and economists for the future in a college that I called here once like "non-Slytherin", but this time I didn't have to act as a teacher. Again, fortunately for myself, because who could give an insurance that your Tiger-Cub would be able to escape? :))
* * *
Trying to return slightly to the previous year life, I read through the missed posts. (And why, I'd like to ask, when I am not in LJ, the L
For example, I have recently read one charming and lovely post about phone calls in one office. What immediately reminded me of wonderful students letters with lovely and charming questions that were real pearls of clean water. And not only the letters of students - it could be the least of such kind problems. After all, we also had have a telephone device in the office. Again, all similar questions were entering unexpectedly our office on the phone too, but you can truely say that there is nothing surprising in it. You can even argue that I was paid for this. Well, I was paid for a certain number of hours per week, but after all, everything is relative, depending on how to look and in which reality this clock is considered. I suppose, you have been taught about about the connection of time and speed during your lessons of physics.
However, I has been never paid for the job as switchboard operator - there was no such thing in my duties in any dimension (including the fourth one), in any of the parallel universes, and so on in the same spirit! I'm ready to give you one of my whiskers, if i'm lying now!
Are you surprised? Wait, wait, I'll explain you everything!
When I just went into the office, my ex-neighbour immediately explained to me:
- Before a while we used to have the same number for both the offices: ours and the one next to us. Therefore, if somebody calls and asks for Nurit, give him this number.
- And who is Nurit? - Tiger-Cub asked immediately.
- Don't worry about it, she doesn't work here already, but this is her phone number!
новый
Hence, when Nurit was asked, I obediently gave this number, although I did not know who she was. However, it wasn't the end of phone troubles. My neighbour with her husband moved abroad, I was gotten new neighbours and gave them the baton about unknown Nurit. But then it suddenly turned out that our phone number had belonged before to Zwicka, and a lot people started to be eager to talk to him. Nobody warned me about Zwicka, but the number of calls with the mention of Zwicky was growing up in geometric progression with a coefficient greater than one. At first I tried to push them Nurit instead of Zwicka , but the trick did not work. Then I was told where exactly Zwicka was working and tearfully asked to look for his new phone number at the phone book of Technion. Maybe Zwicka had been trying to hide, and he managed to do it pretty succesfully until that phone call. After it I wrote out his phone number next to the four digits of Nurit's one, and everything went smoothly. If not for Zwicky himself, then for seekers for him. Until the cleaning lady came.
I usually begged the cleaning lady not to put things in order on my desk, and not wash either it, or the blackboard. But bad memory is unfortunately a common things on nowadays. Therefore, when I returned one day early in the morning to my office, I discovered the neat table where I couldn't find anything. The blackboard, of course, was clean too. And then the bell rang. It was a very unknown lady who demanded in sharp and hard form to find for her Zwicka here and immediately. What could I do? Even I didn't know Zwicka personally I used to hear about him, while the lady who was phoning me then was sounded like at the first time. I'm ready to give you one of my whiskers, if it wasn't her first time, because this vicious and aggressive voice with all its intonations really hard to forget.
I remind you that I had a full order on my desk, so I could not find anything there. On the other hand I had to run away "here and now" with the material I needed then, and the inbreak of the cleaning lady on the eve became for me a complete and unplanned surprise. At the same time the phone-lady demanded to supply her Zwicka "also here and now" too. I don't know if that time poor Zwicka was guilty, but there were two things that I know for sure: I wasn't guilty, and the information servise of Technion resided then on the phone "0". Hence, it differed a lot from our four-digited number, and every error was absolutely excluded. Again, and if the lady had thought to talk with me at least a little more polite, I might even have looked for the number in the phone book again (if I had found it in this order!) or would dictated it from my memory. But I was nervous and hurried, but the lady ... Well, you understand.
At first I thought to ask this lady already her phone number and name, in the case of something, you know, to stay on the safe side. But then I changed my opinion - such a pussy
And then I, sincerely regretting about myself and the unknown Zwicka (from whom I personally had never heard any bad word) delegated this lady to four ...
There weren't four letters, as somebody can think. But they were four adresses: the information office, the phone book, her personal secretaries, and her bosses, who could explane this lady about the real big one.
Perhaps one of these addresses worked. At least I hope so. For all unknown to me Nurits, Zwickas and all the future residents of that office and the owners of that phone number.
