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  • 2.5 million Pounds Sterling of usless per annum

    Plus share options.

    Just remembring a conversation I had with a friend in IT at a company we worked for in the UK. Lets just say it is the biggest oil company in the world and makes billions in profit each quarter even with usless munts like the following in charge.

    Anywhoo, Paul the IT geek was telling us about one of the senior execs who was working on a document at home one Sunday and when he tried to print it realised he had run out of paper. Normal people would just nip down to the local shop and buy a ream fior 2 quid. Not this guy. He was far too special. Instead he calls the senior exec IT support line that operates 24 hours on call and requests a ream of paper be delivered to his house and installed in his printer.

    Travel time to work HQ for IT geek Paul 45 minutes.
    Collecting and signing off on paper ream 15 minutes
    Travel to Senior Execs house in company Limo 90 minutes
    Installing ream of paper in Printer tray 30 seconds
    test Print 30 seconds
    Travel back to HQ to sign off job 90 minutes
    Travel home 2 hours (due to some nob throwing themselves under a tube)
    Yes. I know my typing sucks but I have a large orange cat sitting on my keyboard and a small disturbed dog trying to sniff his butt

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    I wouldn't mind a job where I could ride 2 hours in a limo and only need to do 30 seconds of work.

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    • #3
      Quoth Shimatta View Post
      I wouldn't mind a job where I could ride 2 hours in a limo and only need to do 30 seconds of work.
      So long as the limo has a bar.
      "All I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who out-drew ya"

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      • #4
        Wow. So the exec was waiting 3 hours just for someone to bring him a ream of paper. Couldn't he have sent the Au Pair to get it? Or ask his son Chip to let him borrow some paper?

        Wait, he probably had his own paper but since it was work related, he didn't want to use up 3 sheets of his own paper.
        Time! Time! Time is what turns kittens into cats.

        Don't teach me a lesson; all I learn is that you are an asshole.

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        • #5
          Quoth Sheldonrs View Post
          So long as the limo has a bar.
          Agreed!

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          • #6
            Quoth Shimatta View Post
            I wouldn't mind a job where I could ride 2 hours in a limo and only need to do 30 seconds of work.
            Quoth Sheldonrs View Post
            So long as the limo has a bar.
            On a Sunday ? The limo'd have to have strippers for me to leave my home on a Sunday for such an inept task.
            "I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question."

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            • #7
              Quoth Samaliel View Post
              On a Sunday ? The limo'd have to have strippers for me to leave my home on a Sunday for such an inept task.
              Bah, the strippers neutralize the pay for the job.
              ...WHY DO YOU TEMPT WHAT LITTLE FAITH IN HUMANITY I HAVE!?! -- Kalga
              And I want a pony for Christmas but neither of us is getting what we want OK! What you are asking is impossible. -- Wicked Lexi

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              • #8
                Quoth Shimatta View Post
                I wouldn't mind a job where I could ride 2 hours in a limo and only need to do 30 seconds of work.
                Rumour had it once upon a time that there was a guy whose sole task was to drive around from burger franchise to burger franchise for national burger chain with a suitcase containing a quarter of a million in his boot (trunk for the colonies). He'd go into the store and be there for fifteen minutes, assumedly ordering something light. If the floor wasn't swept or service fell beneath acceptable standards, he would reveal himself to be from the head office and demand the owner/manager's presence.

                He'd then give them the suitcase, the cost of their franchise, and tell them to get out.

                Probably an urban legend, but it sounded good in my salad days.

                Rapscallion

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