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Apr. 20th, 2005 10:22 pmI currently have the delirious pleasure of working at an animal feed production company in Sleaford.
Never work in a town that sounds like a bodily secretion.
The terrifying thing was that, after initial pleasantries had been exchanged with the book-keeper, and we were getting down to the serious business of small talk (well, it's that or work), and I said I had previously worked in London, she mentioned that her previous employers had had auditors based in London.
"They were called somethingor-other Co."
"Wilder Coe?"
"yeah - that's them"
"They were my old firm"
Of all the accountancy firms, in all the world, she had to have previously dealt with mine.
It appears that not only can you run but not hide, it looks like running doesn't do much good either. In rural fucking Lincolnshire, for Chrissakes...
Never work in a town that sounds like a bodily secretion.
The terrifying thing was that, after initial pleasantries had been exchanged with the book-keeper, and we were getting down to the serious business of small talk (well, it's that or work), and I said I had previously worked in London, she mentioned that her previous employers had had auditors based in London.
"They were called somethingor-other Co."
"yeah - that's them"
Of all the accountancy firms, in all the world, she had to have previously dealt with mine.
It appears that not only can you run but not hide, it looks like running doesn't do much good either. In rural fucking Lincolnshire, for Chrissakes...
