In work as in the rest of life there is much flim-flam, here are some snippets of it:
…and all seems well, however we’ve still got a lot of accounts which don’t have …
…Robert was the person that cleared the log files back in April I am not 100% sure which ones he cleared but that being said…
…change the theme back from a new electric theme to the current one. I changed it against the system admin account by accident…
…regarding the prices…
…stated on that page. In the near future we will need to reconsider that as it wasn’t possible …
…to demonstrate that staff have received proportionate and reasonable training…
Thrilling I’m sure you’ll agree.
19 comments on “Snippets of Flim-Flam – Work Edition”
I’m not sure what I’m reading here however I would like to buy the movie rights.
It’s always pleasing to see a team of hard-working colleagues making good use of the Flim Flam key.
This makes me a bit nostalgic for the days we could categorise things as being Stolen From Work.
THAT happened many moons ago. Clearly you’ve got theft on the mind and I shall be locking away all my valuables for the foreseeable future.
When you go to lock up your valuables you’ll find them all gone. They’re already in my lockup full of stolen goods and knock-off tat.
Can you steal bits of conversations? I suppose technically you can, but how would you store them? Do they get dusty? Do they get quieter with age?
You can steal bits of conversations but I don’t. There’s no money in it. It’s Ian’s valuables that I’ve swiped.
Is there any money in doing that either? Although I guess there’d be a lot of fun Lego sets to UNWRAP and PLAY with.
Yes, I take the Lego sets for myself, TAKE OFF THE CELLOPHANE and BUILD THEM as GOD INTENDED. The rest of it is all original pressings of indie music on vinyl which I take to a plastic recycling plant and get 5p a kilo for them.
Everyone knows that it is Madge’s vinyl that’s kept in the Lego cupboard. Ha ha! My previous plastic is safe!
… wait, what?
If it was Madge’s vinyl it would be all on tape. That’s how I knew it wasn’t hers.
I once put a tape on a record player and heard the voices of voices from a forgotten time. It lulled me and then I drank a can of Tizer.
… wait, what?
I literally, LITERALLY, don’t know.
You could say then that you are peachless. Unless you have a peach about your person.
I am utterly peachless. Peaches I have not. Nary a peach there is about my person.
PEACH! PEACH! Someone give this man a peach.
Today I feel a bit speechy. Wait, what?
You feel that your bits are peachy? I don’t want to know.
You never want to know anything about my bits. I just don’t get it. What is it with me?
Your bits are anathema to me.
I did, and I read, and I pondered, and lastly I hurt.