Tightwads
There's saving money, and there's being tight: saving money at the expense of other people, or simply for the miserly hell of it.
Tell us about measures that go beyond simple belt tightening into the realms of Mr Scrooge.
( , Thu 23 Oct 2008, 13:58)
There's saving money, and there's being tight: saving money at the expense of other people, or simply for the miserly hell of it.
Tell us about measures that go beyond simple belt tightening into the realms of Mr Scrooge.
( , Thu 23 Oct 2008, 13:58)
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Spank it hard
Inspired by the per diem story below.
On my last great business trip from a certain well known European bank, I rounded off my 8 weeks on the road by taking the entire IT department of a small Ukrainian bank out to Nobu in Kiev, where we ate like emperors, had cognac, cigars and the delightful company of some of the most extraordinary hookers you have ever seen (speculative, business development type company, nothing lude). I was then presented with a gold membership to the local cat house and we were all invited along en-masse by the owner who somehow took a shine to me (or my spending habits) for an evening of towering depravity.
Claim for that night? $4000USD, give or take.
Paid, then promptly laid off, with 6 months salary, along with 700 other poor fuckers I worked with. Department taken over by frankfurt office and 'rationalised'.
Caught up with my mate who I used to work with some months later who was still doing the same job. After three weeks in Nigeria, he'd returned and submitted his claims, only to be given a full-on disciplinary hearing for...
Having two puddings.
At a cost of less than 1USD.
Those miserly depraved box-headed fuckers deserve all the credit crisis they can eat...
( , Tue 28 Oct 2008, 12:19, 1 reply)
Inspired by the per diem story below.
On my last great business trip from a certain well known European bank, I rounded off my 8 weeks on the road by taking the entire IT department of a small Ukrainian bank out to Nobu in Kiev, where we ate like emperors, had cognac, cigars and the delightful company of some of the most extraordinary hookers you have ever seen (speculative, business development type company, nothing lude). I was then presented with a gold membership to the local cat house and we were all invited along en-masse by the owner who somehow took a shine to me (or my spending habits) for an evening of towering depravity.
Claim for that night? $4000USD, give or take.
Paid, then promptly laid off, with 6 months salary, along with 700 other poor fuckers I worked with. Department taken over by frankfurt office and 'rationalised'.
Caught up with my mate who I used to work with some months later who was still doing the same job. After three weeks in Nigeria, he'd returned and submitted his claims, only to be given a full-on disciplinary hearing for...
Having two puddings.
At a cost of less than 1USD.
Those miserly depraved box-headed fuckers deserve all the credit crisis they can eat...
( , Tue 28 Oct 2008, 12:19, 1 reply)
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