Mobile phone disasters
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How has a mobile phone wrecked your life?
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 12:14)
Top Tip: Got "Going Underground" by The Jam as your ringtone? Avoid harsh stares and howling relatives by remembering to switch to silent mode at a funeral.
How has a mobile phone wrecked your life?
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 12:14)
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The tale of the self-important man
There was once a self-important man in a very important meeting. He’d been a cornerstone of the media scene – completely useless, the go-to man when you want somebody to talk utter bollocks. It was a mystery how he made his money, but he certainly walked the walk and talked for England.
The company he worked for had been asked to do something huge, on a global scale. Amongst the participants weren’t just the biggest names in entertainment, but also in world politics. Self-Important Man was sent in to hash out the finder details of this life-changing contract. 30 minutes in the meeting and he was kicked out on his arse. In half an hour he managed to bugger up one of the biggest contracts that media has ever known by acting like an utter twat. He alone, through almost unbelievable incompetence, cost his company millions of pounds.
A crisis meeting was called in his company. No, he didn’t sit there shame-faced. He didn’t offer an apology. He didn’t even try to explain himself.
His phone was silent, sat on the table in front of him. It didn’t ring, nobody was on the other end, but he suddenly picked it up and shouted into it, “Oh my God, what happened? It is an emergency? WHAT? You want me to be there RIGHT NOW? I will be there straight away!” and ran out the door, never to be seen again.
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:10, 5 replies)
There was once a self-important man in a very important meeting. He’d been a cornerstone of the media scene – completely useless, the go-to man when you want somebody to talk utter bollocks. It was a mystery how he made his money, but he certainly walked the walk and talked for England.
The company he worked for had been asked to do something huge, on a global scale. Amongst the participants weren’t just the biggest names in entertainment, but also in world politics. Self-Important Man was sent in to hash out the finder details of this life-changing contract. 30 minutes in the meeting and he was kicked out on his arse. In half an hour he managed to bugger up one of the biggest contracts that media has ever known by acting like an utter twat. He alone, through almost unbelievable incompetence, cost his company millions of pounds.
A crisis meeting was called in his company. No, he didn’t sit there shame-faced. He didn’t offer an apology. He didn’t even try to explain himself.
His phone was silent, sat on the table in front of him. It didn’t ring, nobody was on the other end, but he suddenly picked it up and shouted into it, “Oh my God, what happened? It is an emergency? WHAT? You want me to be there RIGHT NOW? I will be there straight away!” and ran out the door, never to be seen again.
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:10, 5 replies)
Yes.
I made up this story.
Boring is the new transgressive fiction. Obviously.
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:41, closed)
I made up this story.
Boring is the new transgressive fiction. Obviously.
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:41, closed)
well fuck me
if you're going to spin me a yarn at least knit me a jumper
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 15:29, closed)
if you're going to spin me a yarn at least knit me a jumper
( , Fri 31 Jul 2009, 15:29, closed)
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