I have a friend who is a manager in a big company.
The company employs more that 20 thousand people. Quite a big one, you may say.
For Russia, where my friend lives, the number does not
sound too big though.
As anyone being high up on the corporate ladder, he plays golf. Did you hear the joke about management balls? The higher up on the corporate ladder you are, the smaller your balls are - that one? My friend takes his golf hobby with a passion. "How many golf fields are in Vancouver?" he asked me from time to time... I don't know... fourty, may be, sixty? Hearing this he was getting upset; there were only two golf fields in Moscow. "Two decent golf fields," he said, whatever it was.
One day he came to visit me in Vancouver. And he found that I didn't like playing golf. Even more, I was totally not interested in it. I did not tell him the joke though. How could I explain that even a chubby receptionist in the company I worked for played golf? There's nothing special about it in Vancouver. I knew where decent golf fields were only because they usually had good restaurants.
Imagine now our trip. I'm driving in the woods, travelling BC. Nobody is around, just deers and bears, no sign of human presence. And all of a sudden, voila! A golf field sign:
And the fields aren't small, since there is a lot of land in Canada:
Brief description of Canada: mointains, steppes, lakes, seas, bears, deers, golf fields...
As anyone being high up on the corporate ladder, he plays golf. Did you hear the joke about management balls? The higher up on the corporate ladder you are, the smaller your balls are - that one? My friend takes his golf hobby with a passion. "How many golf fields are in Vancouver?" he asked me from time to time... I don't know... fourty, may be, sixty? Hearing this he was getting upset; there were only two golf fields in Moscow. "Two decent golf fields," he said, whatever it was.
One day he came to visit me in Vancouver. And he found that I didn't like playing golf. Even more, I was totally not interested in it. I did not tell him the joke though. How could I explain that even a chubby receptionist in the company I worked for played golf? There's nothing special about it in Vancouver. I knew where decent golf fields were only because they usually had good restaurants.
Imagine now our trip. I'm driving in the woods, travelling BC. Nobody is around, just deers and bears, no sign of human presence. And all of a sudden, voila! A golf field sign:
And the fields aren't small, since there is a lot of land in Canada:
Brief description of Canada: mointains, steppes, lakes, seas, bears, deers, golf fields...