The Sad Tale Of Twatface (for Debs)

[growler_south]

There was once a person who worked in a company where some clients were nice, and some clients were, well, not nasty so much as clueless. The nice clients were jaded and cynical, and got along well with our hero, whereas the clueless clients tended to make our hero's days hell with their vapid requests and revisions.

Our hero is on the phone chatting to one of the nicest (IE most cynical and jaded) clients, who is asking why some particular feature of one particular job suddenly looks like shit.

"because thingummy told me to do it and I couldnt persuade him otherwise"
Which thingummy? nice client asks, exasperatedly.
"The one you call 'Twatface', not sure I've ever heard his real name"
Silence.
CLICK, CLUNK.
Okay, says nice client, I'm NOT on speakerphone any more...
and yes, Twatface WAS in the room...

names changed to protect the innocent. Except Twatface, thats real...

Comments

[beg1n.livejournal.com]

LOL - it's funny 'cause it's true...

[monstermashrna.livejournal.com]

That's great. I laughed and laughed til I stopped...

{* snigger snigger chuckle *}

[pa747sp.livejournal.com]

So you are suddenly free to come to Hibearnation?

[pa747sp.livejournal.com]

Ok, so, in hindsight, your desicion not to enter the Diplomatic Corp seems remarkably astute.

[debxena.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! You made me laugh again, so thank you!

(Ooh, I've just remembered there's an ice-cream in the freezer ...)