Posts archive for: 16 November, 2006
  • Phone Problems

    Leola Starling of Ribrock, Tennesse, had a serious telephone problem. But unlike most people she did something about it.

    The brand-new $10 million Ribrock Plaza Motel opened nearby and had acquired almost the same telephone number as Leola.

    From the moment the motel opened, Leola was besieged by calls not for her. Since she had the same phone number for years, she felt that she had a case to persuade the motel management to change its number.

    Naturally, the management refused claiming that it could not change its stationery.

    The phone company was not helpful, either. A number was a number, and just because a customer was getting someone else's calls 24 hours a day didn't make it responsible. After her pleas fell on deaf ears, Leola decided to take matters into her own hands.

    At 9 o'clock the phone rang. Someone from Memphis was calling the motel and asked for a room for the following Tuesday. Leoloa said, "No problem. How many nights?"

    A few hours later Dallas checked in. A secretary wanted a suite with two bedrooms for a week. Emboldened, Leola said the Presidential Suite on the 10th floor was available for $600 a night. The secretary said that she would take it and asked if the hotel wanted a deposit. "No, that won't be necessary," Leola said. "We trust you."

    The next day was a busy one for Leola. In the morning, she booked an electric appliance manufacturers' convention for Memorial Day weekend, a college prom and a reunion of the 82nd Airborne veterans from World War II.

    She turned on her answering machine during lunchtime so that she could watch the O.J. Simpson trial, but her biggest challenge came in the afternoon when a mother called to book the ballroom for her daughter's wedding in June.

    Leola assured the woman that it would be no problem and asked if she would be providing the flowers or did she want the hotel to take care of it. The mother said that she would prefer the hotel to handle the floral arrangements. Then the question of valet parking came up. Once again Leola was helpful. "There's no charge for valet parking, but we always recommend that the client tips the drivers."

    Within a few months, the Ribrock Plaza Motel was a disaster area.

    People kept showing up for weddings, bar mitzvahs, and Sweet Sixteen parties and were all told there were no such events.

    Leola had her final revenge when she read in the local paper that the motel might go bankrupt. Her phone rang, and an executive from Marriott said, "We're prepared to offer you $200,000 for the motel."

    Leola replied. "We'll take it, but only if you change the telephone number."

  • Being Assertive

    Today I've been very assertive at work. I was informed that since the building where I work will be closed for a fortnight over the Christmas holidays I would have to use up six days of my holiday entitlement.

    I immediately arranged to have a word with my line manager (who also happens to be the manager of the charity).

    I told her this was grossly unfair since I only have ten days holiday entitlement and people whose contracts finished before Christmas were able to take their holidays whenever they liked (and would also have an extra two days bank holidays due to the uneven spread of statutory holidays throughout the calendar year.)

    I then proceeded to tell her that this state of affairs is totally unacceptable and I would not be prepared to compromise in the least, and so other arrangements will have to be made.

    It seems that I'll be able to be based at the offices in town of another project associated with the charity for two days and take some work home for the other four days.

    No compromise. No surrender.

  • Adventurous Dining

    A man travels to Spain and goes to Pamplona during the great "running of the Bulls" festival.

    After his first day there, he goes out late for dinner at a restuarant in the center of the town. He orders the house special and he is brought a plate ,with potatoes, corn, and two large meaty objects.

    "What's this?" he asks.

    "Cojones, senor," the waiter replies.
    "What are cojones?" the man asks.
    "Cojones," the waiter explains, "are the testicles of the bull who lost at the arena this afternoon."

    At first the man is disgusted, but being the adventurous type, he decides to try this local delicacy. To his amazement, it is quite delicious. In fact, it is so good that he decides to come back again the next night and order it again. This time, the waiter brings out the plate, but the meaty objects are much smaller.

    "What's this?" he asks the waiter.
    "Cojones, senor," the waiter replies.

    "No, no," the man objects. "I had cojones yesterday and they were much bigger than these."

    "Senor," the waiter explains, "the bull does not lose every time."

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