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Originally Posted by DNSB
Takes me back a few years. At one time, I was visiting a company for which I had done and was doing some IT consulting work. One of the CxOs whom I had had some interactions with before was introducing a new hire around. When he visited the IT manager Andrea's office, he introduced her as Andrea and me as "one of our valued consultants, David LastName". No job title, no last name for Andrea. Too much like work to say, this is our IT manager Andrea Foulkstone.
The new hire at least redeemed himself by shaking Andrea's hand and asking "I'm sorry but I didn't catch your last name". Not sure if this was due to the 40+ difference in age, parents who had raised the kid right or ?.
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It's an odd thing.
N.B.:
apparently, I somehow managed to miss that the comment to which I rantingly vented and replied, was a joke. Mea culpa. I debated removing my comment, which seems...IDK, ill-conceived or OOP now, but screw it. It can stand. I meant it, even if I dumped it in the wrong place. Again, sorry if I killed someone's humor. (Not by way of excuse, by some partial, lame explanation--the past month, I've been taking something medical that apparently doesn't agree with me AT ALL and it's made me half-brain-dead and cranky. Sorry.)
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Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer
Getting thoroughly fed up with customers getting angry with me for not taking over the store from my father. Some get really angry and rude about it.
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I remember this when my grandfather retired his first and second times. We had then-customers (I was a tween the first time, late-teens, I think it was or early 20's the second) bitching about it as if life on earth would cease. It's exhausting--I feel for you.
Hell, was that even an option, anyway? I mean, could you afford to buy the place from them, anyhow?
Hitch