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If you have ever been told that you are just a worthless piece of shit in this world, then it is worth listening, because this is most likely true.
Foreword
There are two categories of people. The first ones do not pay attention to all the fucking things going on around them, and they always go only forward. The latter constantly whine, flatter their superiors, and do not strive for anything.
I am one of the first guys. Yes, if I have to, I will fuck my head, and if I have to, I can fuck with my hands.
The idea of moving to the states crept into my mind from a relative of mine who worked for an agency specializing in helping to obtain US visas. In our native Russian woman, at that time, another crisis was planned, and it would be worth thinking about the future. In fact, the crisis that frightened everyone never ended in principle.
There were no problems with the visa. Having collected all my fortune in one large bag and a small backpack, one rainy day I got on a plane, and 10 hours later I was already overseas.
After my cold homeland, New York seemed like heaven to me. Having ordered a room at the hotel, I, like a kid from "Home Alone", began to have fun.
The first thing I did was summon a prostitute. I don't know why, I just wanted to. Such are the joys of Russian tourists ...
When I finished my work and saw off the priestess of love, I drank whiskey, took a shower and went to bed.
The next day I had to find some kind of work. I didn't want to steam in boring offices, or deliver pizza. I believed that those people who earn their living by this have already completely and irrevocably lost the meaning of their whole life. How can you go to a shitty job, suck everyone and smile at the same time? I don't know ... I've never tried it. Especially sucking, it's definitely not mine.
In Russia, I studied at the University, at the Faculty of Information Technology. I wanted to become a programmer, work somewhere abroad at Apple, or Intel, make good money.
But it just so happens that everything in this fucking life never turns out simple ... In our life, nothing turns out simple.
The beginning of the path
I wanted everything at once. Noticing that I am absent from the classes, I have a lousy attitude to the teachers, they gave me a warning. A few passes and I’ll be cured to my eternal mother. No sooner said than done. Having missed a few days, I was expelled from the third year with a scandal ...
At the university, I repeatedly pulled various information from the teachers' computers, from answers to tests to passwords on social networks. So, it was necessary to look for work in this direction. I immediately brushed aside several ads. I don't know why, they just turned out to be some kind of shitty and uninteresting.
But one hooked. I was hooked exactly what was written there, that knowledge of the Russian language is welcomed. Yeah. This is already interesting.
I went to their office. Everything was fine. Several Russian guys had a small computer eatery. Repair, mood, and other nonsense ...
Once one of the guys had something wrong with the computer. He was writing some kind of program, and to see the brains were not enough to finish. When he went out swearing for coffee, I sat down with him at the computer.
The problem was that he seemed to be a real ax in the IT business. A few missing characters in the program made it unfeasible. Either he is a freak, or he did not want to work here at all. It was an elementary and laughably simple mistake.
When he returned, he was surprised as hell. I finished the program and sat on the sidelines with a contented face.
“By yourself?” He asked.
-And then, - I smiled smugly.
He thought about it, and sat down at the computer. Half an hour later he called me over.
- Na, try this one.
This one was more difficult. So much so that I sat down at the computer for half a day. Everyone has already left the office. It's just me and this guy.
When I was done, he held out his hand, you know, it looks like I have a job for you.
From that moment on, all the fucking began, which turned my life in the states ...
Foreword
There are two categories of people. The first ones do not pay attention to all the fucking things going on around them, and they always go only forward. The latter constantly whine, flatter their superiors, and do not strive for anything.
I am one of the first guys. Yes, if I have to, I will fuck my head, and if I have to, I can fuck with my hands.
The idea of moving to the states crept into my mind from a relative of mine who worked for an agency specializing in helping to obtain US visas. In our native Russian woman, at that time, another crisis was planned, and it would be worth thinking about the future. In fact, the crisis that frightened everyone never ended in principle.
There were no problems with the visa. Having collected all my fortune in one large bag and a small backpack, one rainy day I got on a plane, and 10 hours later I was already overseas.
After my cold homeland, New York seemed like heaven to me. Having ordered a room at the hotel, I, like a kid from "Home Alone", began to have fun.
The first thing I did was summon a prostitute. I don't know why, I just wanted to. Such are the joys of Russian tourists ...
When I finished my work and saw off the priestess of love, I drank whiskey, took a shower and went to bed.
The next day I had to find some kind of work. I didn't want to steam in boring offices, or deliver pizza. I believed that those people who earn their living by this have already completely and irrevocably lost the meaning of their whole life. How can you go to a shitty job, suck everyone and smile at the same time? I don't know ... I've never tried it. Especially sucking, it's definitely not mine.
In Russia, I studied at the University, at the Faculty of Information Technology. I wanted to become a programmer, work somewhere abroad at Apple, or Intel, make good money.
But it just so happens that everything in this fucking life never turns out simple ... In our life, nothing turns out simple.
The beginning of the path
I wanted everything at once. Noticing that I am absent from the classes, I have a lousy attitude to the teachers, they gave me a warning. A few passes and I’ll be cured to my eternal mother. No sooner said than done. Having missed a few days, I was expelled from the third year with a scandal ...
At the university, I repeatedly pulled various information from the teachers' computers, from answers to tests to passwords on social networks. So, it was necessary to look for work in this direction. I immediately brushed aside several ads. I don't know why, they just turned out to be some kind of shitty and uninteresting.
But one hooked. I was hooked exactly what was written there, that knowledge of the Russian language is welcomed. Yeah. This is already interesting.
I went to their office. Everything was fine. Several Russian guys had a small computer eatery. Repair, mood, and other nonsense ...
Once one of the guys had something wrong with the computer. He was writing some kind of program, and to see the brains were not enough to finish. When he went out swearing for coffee, I sat down with him at the computer.
The problem was that he seemed to be a real ax in the IT business. A few missing characters in the program made it unfeasible. Either he is a freak, or he did not want to work here at all. It was an elementary and laughably simple mistake.
When he returned, he was surprised as hell. I finished the program and sat on the sidelines with a contented face.
“By yourself?” He asked.
-And then, - I smiled smugly.
He thought about it, and sat down at the computer. Half an hour later he called me over.
- Na, try this one.
This one was more difficult. So much so that I sat down at the computer for half a day. Everyone has already left the office. It's just me and this guy.
When I was done, he held out his hand, you know, it looks like I have a job for you.
From that moment on, all the fucking began, which turned my life in the states ...
