It's training time again. After something one of my colleagues just said, I have 'If I only had a brain' from the Wizard of Oz stuck in my head. I'm trying to resist whistling it; it's not going well.
(To be fair, the comment was that she wished she hadn't left her 'brain cell' at home. I'm not actually accusing her of not having one).
(To be fair, the comment was that she wished she hadn't left her 'brain cell' at home. I'm not actually accusing her of not having one).
"Er... This is a limited company. The 'owner' isn't around."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you, goodbye."
Why can't these people look us up before they ring? And the ones who sound crestfallen when they ask for the previous MD by name and we tell them he's not in the office any more. Does it not occur to them that perhaps there's someone else here instead?
On a related note, a pair of very austere-looking representatives from HM 'Revenue and Customs' (apparently the Inland Revenue and HMC&E were combined last April; shows how much attention I pay to these things) just dropped by the office on the off-chance that they could talk to the MD, who unfortunately (or not) is off sick today.
I didn't see whether they were driving black Isuzu Troopers.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you, goodbye."
Why can't these people look us up before they ring? And the ones who sound crestfallen when they ask for the previous MD by name and we tell them he's not in the office any more. Does it not occur to them that perhaps there's someone else here instead?
On a related note, a pair of very austere-looking representatives from HM 'Revenue and Customs' (apparently the Inland Revenue and HMC&E were combined last April; shows how much attention I pay to these things) just dropped by the office on the off-chance that they could talk to the MD, who unfortunately (or not) is off sick today.
I didn't see whether they were driving black Isuzu Troopers.
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