My Consultants
Author's Note: Certain details have been changed to protect those who I don't even know. Also, it's been ghetto-ized for your enjoyment. Enjoy.
It's after lunch. I walk to my desk, look at the active WIP printout from yesterday and say "Li'l Miss Thang, are you still working on Mac's & Cossette?"
"Yes."
"How about that Swiss Herbal Buyer? How's that coming along?"
"I should be closing that soon unless the candidate wigs out."
"Oh yeah, who's the girl again... don't tell me."
"You just finished reading her reference..."
"Right, Bond, James Bond. I knew that. You know we still don't have signed agreements on those, right?"
"Well, we've also closed 8 jobs with them and we even have retained shizz."
"Yup, but I'd still be more comfortable if we had a signed piece o' paper before we close." I end the conversation off with a sigh and walk back to my desk.
It's after lunch. I walk to my desk, look at the active WIP printout from yesterday and say "Li'l Miss Thang, are you still working on Mac's & Cossette?"
"Yes."
"How about that Swiss Herbal Buyer? How's that coming along?"
"I should be closing that soon unless the candidate wigs out."
"Oh yeah, who's the girl again... don't tell me."
"You just finished reading her reference..."
"Right, Bond, James Bond. I knew that. You know we still don't have signed agreements on those, right?"
"Well, we've also closed 8 jobs with them and we even have retained shizz."
"Yup, but I'd still be more comfortable if we had a signed piece o' paper before we close." I end the conversation off with a sigh and walk back to my desk.
