the construction workers next to my cubicle who live behind the big plastic sheet attached to the ceiling are really starting to freak me out. yesterday all i heard was spanish. today all i hear is chinese, plus this one guy who speaks in english in an imitation of a small girl’s voice. i’m serious. he speaks in a small girl’s voice. and mostly says, “excuse me excuse me” as i hear him tippity toeing across the plastic sheets. they whistle at times, and at other times, they drill. drilling and whistling and bilingualing around they go. they are really loud though. and ask each other where the bathroom is a whole lot. i feel like answering but i don’t think they know i am here, on the other side of the plastic sheet. it might disturb the balance of the universe to shout across the void. plus i don’t speak chinese.
my dad forwarded me an email containing 5 dirty jokes. under the guise of them being solid business advice for life. for getting to the top. and staying on top. i am frightened and afraid on so many levels.
here is the first “corporate lesson”:
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is
finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs
When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the
next door neighbour.
Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you
$800 to drop that towel,”
After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her
towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars
and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel
and goes back upstairs.
When she gets to the bathroom, her husband
asks, “Who was that?”
“It was Bob the next door neighbour,”! She replies.
“Great!” the husband says, “did he say anything
about the $800 he owes me?”
Moral of the story: If you share critical information
pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders
in time, you may be in a position to prevent