Friday, October 21, 2005
The fucking world is out to get me, I swear...
Having got off our a-holes and arranged a meeting with some supposed small-business advisor in not one but 2 banks- we have yet to receive a satisfactory meeting with either. In the case of Natwest (my bank) I can't say I was surprised, the six years I have spent banking with them has been a long litany of botchjobs, red tape and frustration. After discovering that all I wanted from them (initially, at least) was a chat about setting up a small business, and not a discussion about how much more debt I'm willing to get plunged into, they all but hung up, muttering something about 'calling you next week' (which they didn't). Jonno's bank, Lloyds, sounded like a better prospect, as they actively advertise the fact that they are the choice for new businesses, and arranged a meeting with us right away. So, having made out a list of no-too-stoopid-sounding questions, we arrived punctually yesterday, only to find ourselves waiting for 20 mins, before being told by some bloody woman 'I can't answer any questions. I can't give you any advice. I can, however, do the paperwork for you when you want to borrow money. Ican also give you a CD rom that tells you all you need to know about getting you business plan together'. So, somewhat disheartened, we said we'd take a CD-rom and be on our way. So (after another 20min wait) we left, and repaired to the boozer to wallow in our misery some more. When we got there we had a look at the 'business pack' as they called it, which consisted on nothing more than the leaflets on small business' that we had already picked up and read while waiting for the 'advisor' to show up, and a big blank space where the CD rom should be... After more misery had been wallowed in, and under duress from the wives to get out of the pub and get the tea on, we left, wondering if there was much of a market for skinny-assed white boys on the prostitution circuit of north sheffield. Probably not, knowing our luck.
Birthday came and went, as they have a habit of doing. Marybeth and Jonno had gotten me a ticket to go out and see an Elvis tribute band in the Boardwalk, but, predictably enough, the gig had been cancelled due to the guitarist's ill health (THE GUITARIST!!!!- You can't spit in this town without hitting someone who can play elvis songs on the gee-tar). Still, we had a good night, and it gave myself and Gill the oppertunity to see how we fared in a boozer without fags. After the initial confusing as to what non-smokers do with their hands, we fared very well indeed, I thought. We've been clean 2 weeks now, and while I don't feel any real health benifits, I do feel my smugness quotinent growing back, which makes me happy.
Aido 'I may become a guru' Potato.
Having got off our a-holes and arranged a meeting with some supposed small-business advisor in not one but 2 banks- we have yet to receive a satisfactory meeting with either. In the case of Natwest (my bank) I can't say I was surprised, the six years I have spent banking with them has been a long litany of botchjobs, red tape and frustration. After discovering that all I wanted from them (initially, at least) was a chat about setting up a small business, and not a discussion about how much more debt I'm willing to get plunged into, they all but hung up, muttering something about 'calling you next week' (which they didn't). Jonno's bank, Lloyds, sounded like a better prospect, as they actively advertise the fact that they are the choice for new businesses, and arranged a meeting with us right away. So, having made out a list of no-too-stoopid-sounding questions, we arrived punctually yesterday, only to find ourselves waiting for 20 mins, before being told by some bloody woman 'I can't answer any questions. I can't give you any advice. I can, however, do the paperwork for you when you want to borrow money. Ican also give you a CD rom that tells you all you need to know about getting you business plan together'. So, somewhat disheartened, we said we'd take a CD-rom and be on our way. So (after another 20min wait) we left, and repaired to the boozer to wallow in our misery some more. When we got there we had a look at the 'business pack' as they called it, which consisted on nothing more than the leaflets on small business' that we had already picked up and read while waiting for the 'advisor' to show up, and a big blank space where the CD rom should be... After more misery had been wallowed in, and under duress from the wives to get out of the pub and get the tea on, we left, wondering if there was much of a market for skinny-assed white boys on the prostitution circuit of north sheffield. Probably not, knowing our luck.
Birthday came and went, as they have a habit of doing. Marybeth and Jonno had gotten me a ticket to go out and see an Elvis tribute band in the Boardwalk, but, predictably enough, the gig had been cancelled due to the guitarist's ill health (THE GUITARIST!!!!- You can't spit in this town without hitting someone who can play elvis songs on the gee-tar). Still, we had a good night, and it gave myself and Gill the oppertunity to see how we fared in a boozer without fags. After the initial confusing as to what non-smokers do with their hands, we fared very well indeed, I thought. We've been clean 2 weeks now, and while I don't feel any real health benifits, I do feel my smugness quotinent growing back, which makes me happy.
Aido 'I may become a guru' Potato.
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hey little aido,
cheer up, its not all doom and gloom...emm..xmas is on its way and i am your christmas genie, so like what do you want huh, that would like cheer you up some? dont put me through the mental torture of actually having to use my imagination to think of something.oh yeah and joan wants to know if you seen the tarantino episode of csi? appartently it was right good. b x
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cheer up, its not all doom and gloom...emm..xmas is on its way and i am your christmas genie, so like what do you want huh, that would like cheer you up some? dont put me through the mental torture of actually having to use my imagination to think of something.oh yeah and joan wants to know if you seen the tarantino episode of csi? appartently it was right good. b x
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