Pourquoi ...

...dit-on que mettre le pain à l'envers porte malheur ?

Au Moyen Âge, le jour des exécutions publiques, le boulanger réservait un pain pour le bourreau.

Il posait ce pain à l'envers pour être sûr de ne pas le vendre à un autre.

Tout le monde savait que ce pain était celui du bourreau, et personne n'y touchait.

Voilaaaaa !!!

Merci Balaj :@)

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right ...

Right now it's the mid term break

In the states, it may well be a time for students to let their hair down, chill out and get upto all kinds of un-speakable debauchery, well away from their parents

Here, in France, however, it's more of a familly affair with Mr and Mrs Dupont plus their snotty nosed kids going of for a week or two of skiing

Family bonding trips to the hospital to visit six year old Julius with a broken ankle being an unexpected added extra

Or business people going off on a freebee at the company's' expense
and perhaps coming back home to wifey with a hefty dose of morpions to boot

Whatever ... fair play to one and all

All of which to say, that with all of these people away, our office has been emptied of clients

More empty than a vegetarian restaurant that has run out of stuffed cabbage and has had to resort to selling horse burgers

E.M.P.T.Y

To whit, Fluffy is busy hippity-hopping around in shouty mode

'PHONE PEOPLE ... PEOPLE WE'VE NOT SEEN FOR AGES'
"WHAT ? THEY DIED LAST YEAR ? .... I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE DEAD, FIND A RE-PLACE-MENT'
'YOU , YOU THERE, WHAT DO YOU ACT-U-ALLY DOOOOOOOO ALL DAY ?'
'HEY ? WHAT ?'
'WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR ?'
'EH EH ?'
'GET PHONING'
'NOWWWWWW'
'WHAT ? WHADDYA MEAN 'ON HOLIDAY ?'
' GET THE FUCKER IN NEXT WEEK.... DO IT ... DO IT ...NOWWWWWWW'

Sheer unadulterated madness - everyone wants to quit

Thankfully, i'm seeing my headhuntress tomorrow :)

Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.

The Father said, 'Top o' the mornin'to ye! Aren't ye Mrs. Donovan and didn't I marry ye and yer hoosband two years ago?'

She replied, 'Aye, that ye did, Father.'

The Father asked, 'And be there any wee little ones yet?'

She replied, 'No, not yet, Father.'

The Father said, 'Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll light a fertility candle for ye and yer hoosband.'

She replied, 'Oh, thank ye, Father...'

They then parted ways..

Some years later they met again. The Father asked, 'Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?'

She replied, 'Oh, very well, Father!'

The Father asked, 'And tell me , have ye any wee ones yet?'

She replied, 'Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, ten in all!'

The Father said, 'That's wonderful!How is yer loving hoosband doing?'

She replied, 'E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin' candle.'

Cheers DRP ;@)

Baby it's cold outside

Fluffy is the most fourbiest , serviliest of dirtiest of bastards that i have ever, in all of my short life, have had the misfortune of working with ...

Recently, he's taken to 'informing' (upon) us the state of play as to the year on year perf, the provision for the next week and ... "Mr X and Mrs Y are starting tomorrow, have you done a+b+c .."

Really, as if we're a bunch of juvenile, greenhorn assholes
Please

I'll just gloss over his latest brainwave that we should all allocate AT LEAST one hour a day to prospect for new clients (!)

Absolutely brilliant !!

The thing is though, that he's been including all of WorldCorpIncompetent.fr in copy

As in, 'LOOK, LOOOOOOK IT'S THE OTHERS THAT ARE FKING THINGS UP, NOT MEEEEEE'

I'm just dying with impatience to be called before the 'board' (or the bored) to explain why i don't have time to do anything other than my 'normal' job

By precaution, i've had to start keeping a daily and minuted sheet of 'How i spend my days at WorldCorpSweatshop' just in case in have to go to the prud'homme

That would be a good one ;)

However, on a brighter note, my sexy headhuntress from last week has promised to help me 'more' than just career orientation ...

Why ...

... do we 'chink' our glass before having a drink ?



The custom of 'chinking' (trinquer in french) dates back to the middle ages when poisoning someone through their drink was a common occurance.

As a precaution, when people drank together, they would pour a little of their own drink into that of their neighbour's.

After a while, it was admissable to simply knock glasses together so that respective splashes of drink could be exchanged.

Nowadays, we still say that one shouldn't start to drink without having chinked glasses and having looked at each other in the eye as a sign of confidence.

Naïve comme une toile du Nierdoi Sseaurou

There are times where one suddenly feels 'old' in despite of not being so ...

To cut a long story longer : i met a very, very, veeery good looking trainee today whilst i was waiting by the coffee machine

And, as you do, when you try to be a bit sociable and forgetting the fog of the daily 'stuff', we got chatting in a who are you/whaddya do stylie

Then à propos de rien, she kind of let rip that she'd just arrived in Paris last week, on her first trip abroad, had just quit college

and and and

Had just celebrated her first birthday away from her parents

all aloooooooooone :'(

"Oh, right, okay, i see, many congratulations, how many candles did you snuff out ?"

"Twinny, ahh celebrated mahhh twennieth birthday, like, o mahh gahhd i'm gettin' soo old !!"

My inner goat was busy braying one thing

but my head was saying

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe: Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion; I've watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time; like tears in rain. Time to die."

She want's to discover Paris ...

ça craint :/

The difference between men and women

If one were to judge by the content of the flurry of e-mails sent out today, then it would be safe to say that Fluffy's having a bit of a nervous breakdown ... mind you, the pulsing vein thing on the side of his heed is a dead give away for starters

As it is, i'm pretty much past caring

Be-cause : i've been hitting it off recently with some pretty groovy people who could, quite possibly and realisticaly, be lending me a helping hand in getting out of this hell hole ...

Most notably, a pretty hot looking headhuntress, who i'll be sending a mail to in the next few minutes and the France/Brazil football be damned ;@)

why ...


Do we say that money has no smell ?

This proverb is often attributed to the roman emperor Vespasien as a reply to his son, Titus, who chastised him on his wish to impose a tax on urine.

In the ancient roman empire, urine from public toilets, was collected for use in the tanning industry as a means to de-grease wool.

Vespasien had the idea of creating a tax for the collection of said urine.

One day his son then thrust a handfull of despoiled coins under his nose and then asked him if the odour offended him ...

As late as the 19th centuary, parisiens referred to public toilets as the 'vesperians' in memory to this anecdote

Things are going a bit downhill on the workfront -what with Fluff's shouting gaggs, hizzy fits, and general unpleasantness, he's completely lost the shopfloor

Trainers are either leaving, thinking of leaving or are going on long term sick-leave

Not a good state of affairs for anyone who's supposed to be 'managing' something, and certainly not brilliant for business generally speaking

To top things off (a), the suits at IvoryTowers are starting to ask questions and we're even having a visit tomorrow

And (b) a while a go, i was told something in strict confidence concerning something that Fluff did in his wilder days - needless to say i'm not tellin' - as far as i know, only myself and two others were aware

The number of other people now in the know has tripled since the end of last week ...