Friday, February 01, 2008
How Not to Get Ahead
The ads in gMail are an occasional source of unintentional hilarity. Once I was emailing a friend about having just seen Last Tango in Paris, and the top two ads were for "French Dressing Lingerie" and some place in Vermont that sold organic artisanal butter.
A moment ago I caught an ad for "Things to not say at work," which reminded me of one of the customers that I knew back in the day that I worked in the cigar shop. He was a a bit of a blowhard and a lot of a jackass, who liked to share his gathered wisdom with us young'uns. One day he comes in looking a bit ruffled.
"Eh, Walter, haya doin," sez one of the clerks.
"Let me give you one piece of advice," he says, in the same tone that guy in the Graduate said "plastics." A couple of us cock an ear over.
"Don't ever quote Hitler in a business meeting. No matter how well it fits the situation, it just doesn't go over well." ¶ 11:45 AM
The ads in gMail are an occasional source of unintentional hilarity. Once I was emailing a friend about having just seen Last Tango in Paris, and the top two ads were for "French Dressing Lingerie" and some place in Vermont that sold organic artisanal butter.
A moment ago I caught an ad for "Things to not say at work," which reminded me of one of the customers that I knew back in the day that I worked in the cigar shop. He was a a bit of a blowhard and a lot of a jackass, who liked to share his gathered wisdom with us young'uns. One day he comes in looking a bit ruffled.
"Eh, Walter, haya doin," sez one of the clerks.
"Let me give you one piece of advice," he says, in the same tone that guy in the Graduate said "plastics." A couple of us cock an ear over.
"Don't ever quote Hitler in a business meeting. No matter how well it fits the situation, it just doesn't go over well." ¶ 11:45 AM
