Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Dads 'R Us...
The Dads ‘R Us Club (a group of ten or so other developers at work, all of whom have very young children) has been discussing the BIRTH! It was a typical lad conversation about the uses for afterbirth, procedures and what can go wrong. Lot of them are obviously urban myths, (i.e. this happened to my great aunt’s cousin’s wife! Or a mate!) And they’re trying to make me feel queasy. They’ve succeeded, not feeling to well, think I’ll never be able to look at beef pate again
Still nothing from Client Five, so that’s another couple of points for them. At least, Client Four seems to be coming round but we haven’t heard a thing about by Client Two.
I put my saving cheque in the Nasty Bank so that I can clear off their loan and then I can close the account with them. The woman behind the counter asked if I had plans for this money, which is a typical marketing attempt to try and get them more business. I had to bite my lip, remembering that the poor lady was only doing her job and did deserve me going off on one.
Still nothing from Client Five, so that’s another couple of points for them. At least, Client Four seems to be coming round but we haven’t heard a thing about by Client Two.
I put my saving cheque in the Nasty Bank so that I can clear off their loan and then I can close the account with them. The woman behind the counter asked if I had plans for this money, which is a typical marketing attempt to try and get them more business. I had to bite my lip, remembering that the poor lady was only doing her job and did deserve me going off on one.
