The story takes place at the home of a bureaucratic center. Bernard, Laurence and Yvonne briefly discussed after lunch.
Yvonne: That's ... criiiiise
Bernard: Ah yes, I see that in the company where I work, the architectural market collapses. More control in cabinetmaking, more control in carpenters, no nothing! Everything is in the process of farting.
Laurence (by triturating nervously to a lock of hair): Oh, the Dom-Tom, there it goes ...
Bernard: But what happens in the Dom-Tom, is what will happen tomorrow in France, companies are not hiring more. More work, more commands that you want! I see that as a kind of mini-civil war. Where I work, there are only commands safes! Buy old gold-bottom for storage. I have a friend who said the United States, people are buying land greenfield land to build bunkers, just as in "Mad Max", you know? I think ... But I'm not the kind of guy pessimistic, not really, but I think it goes to a scenario like that.
Yvonne: Oh, you go a bit much anyway ...
Bernard: Well, you know I talk about my account that breaks the mouth, you see that there are boxes in early 2000, in com ', telephony etc. ... bah and they were hiring ten people to do the same thing. And these ten people did not even address themselves to a requested service.
(Yvonne and Laura remain skeptical. They are the two secretaries in charge of communication the company, they feel a bit concerned.)
Bernard: Anyway, I say that, I say nothing, moreover, I must return to my sheep! On that note, good afternoon!
Mademoiselle Riposte!
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