Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Olga - the hardest working single woman out there
Olga is pretty desperate I think. She e-mails thousands of messages per day and she has tons of different yahoo accounts. She is dedicated to her search and for that I applaud her. I have seen a few ass-clowns reply to her, but I supposed they were not her type afterall since her search continues...
"Greetings!!! I write to you because I was interested with your structure on it Site. My structure Milashka. You will be strongly surprised probably with those that I write to you not from your country, and for many kilometers from you. I live in Russia, but I hope that it will strongly not excite you at dialogue with me as I the same girl as well as millions which live at you. On this site I try to find second half. Unfortunately in Russia I cannot find such the man which liked and respected me. My name is Olga, me of 29 years. If I you have interested that I ask write on my electronic address: **REMOVED**@lycos.co.uk I with the big impatience wait from you for the message. Yours faithfully Olga."
I really hope she finds the man she is looking for soon.
"Greetings!!! I write to you because I was interested with your structure on it Site. My structure Milashka. You will be strongly surprised probably with those that I write to you not from your country, and for many kilometers from you. I live in Russia, but I hope that it will strongly not excite you at dialogue with me as I the same girl as well as millions which live at you. On this site I try to find second half. Unfortunately in Russia I cannot find such the man which liked and respected me. My name is Olga, me of 29 years. If I you have interested that I ask write on my electronic address: **REMOVED**@lycos.co.uk I with the big impatience wait from you for the message. Yours faithfully Olga."
I really hope she finds the man she is looking for soon.
Monday, October 8, 2007
The Next Guy...
So, here's the next guy. He was only turned in because he was grossing out the guy that worked for me...
This guy was a big fan of Craigslist as well and used it for lunch time quickies. He sent out pictures of himself (ahem... His personal private self) and here was one conversation of his:
Employee: Meet me at (Location removed) theater, they have private rooms upstairs. I will be in room 102. You will come in, turn your back to the room, drop your purse and press your body up against the wall. You will be wearing a shirt and short skirt, no bra and lace panties. You will press your body up against the wall next to the door and I will take you from behind.
Oh, make sure you bring a towel, since it isn't all that clean.
Prospective slut: Ooh, you have me all turned on. But I don't have lace panties, so why don't I just wear no panties.
Employee: No, you will wear lace panties. I like lace panties.
Prospective slut: I don't have lace panties baby, but i will look for some. I don't think I can meet you today though. I'm kind of broken out.
Employee: I don't care if you don't look your best and find those lace panties.
Prospective slut: What I meant was that I have herpes, but don't worry it isn't catching if I am not broken out, I just have to wait for a week or so. I hope that doesn't freak you out.
Employee: No problem, I can just wear a rubber. Meet me.
Prospective slut: Really? Today? Okay, I will see you in an hour I guess.
Employee: Sweet, hey if you have one send me a pic. I will see you there.
Prospective slut: Here you go handsome. I can't wait!
(Attached was a pic of a woman/man, an obvious transvestite. Large adams apple, etc. The message was quarantined and release to him approximately 20 minutes prior to his appointment. We don't know if the pic made it there prior to his meeting or not.)
This guy was a big fan of Craigslist as well and used it for lunch time quickies. He sent out pictures of himself (ahem... His personal private self) and here was one conversation of his:
Employee: Meet me at (Location removed) theater, they have private rooms upstairs. I will be in room 102. You will come in, turn your back to the room, drop your purse and press your body up against the wall. You will be wearing a shirt and short skirt, no bra and lace panties. You will press your body up against the wall next to the door and I will take you from behind.
Oh, make sure you bring a towel, since it isn't all that clean.
Prospective slut: Ooh, you have me all turned on. But I don't have lace panties, so why don't I just wear no panties.
Employee: No, you will wear lace panties. I like lace panties.
Prospective slut: I don't have lace panties baby, but i will look for some. I don't think I can meet you today though. I'm kind of broken out.
Employee: I don't care if you don't look your best and find those lace panties.
Prospective slut: What I meant was that I have herpes, but don't worry it isn't catching if I am not broken out, I just have to wait for a week or so. I hope that doesn't freak you out.
Employee: No problem, I can just wear a rubber. Meet me.
Prospective slut: Really? Today? Okay, I will see you in an hour I guess.
Employee: Sweet, hey if you have one send me a pic. I will see you there.
Prospective slut: Here you go handsome. I can't wait!
(Attached was a pic of a woman/man, an obvious transvestite. Large adams apple, etc. The message was quarantined and release to him approximately 20 minutes prior to his appointment. We don't know if the pic made it there prior to his meeting or not.)
Friday, October 5, 2007
Nothing New - First Guy to get Canned
So I have nothing new, but thought I would share an event that one of the guys on my team caught once... I am not making this up, I swear....
Email coming into company employee:
I saw your ad on Craigslist, what are your rates? How much for a 'happy ending'?
Employee to potential customer:
$75 for standard massage. $100 for massage with me in my underwear. $125 for a massage with me blowing you.
Signed with Employee's name
Company Name
Title
Desk Number
(Classy huh? No liability there...)
Reply to the price list:
How bout $100 option. Motel 6, 6pm tonight.
Multiple customers and repeat customers were caught by our filter and the employee constantly included his company sig line to include logo. Eventually we had to turn this guy in. Oh and who the fuck goes for the $100 option?????
Email coming into company employee:
I saw your ad on Craigslist, what are your rates? How much for a 'happy ending'?
Employee to potential customer:
$75 for standard massage. $100 for massage with me in my underwear. $125 for a massage with me blowing you.
Signed with Employee's name
Company Name
Title
Desk Number
(Classy huh? No liability there...)
Reply to the price list:
How bout $100 option. Motel 6, 6pm tonight.
Multiple customers and repeat customers were caught by our filter and the employee constantly included his company sig line to include logo. Eventually we had to turn this guy in. Oh and who the fuck goes for the $100 option?????
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Not My Job
The people that ask the question, 'Does this apply to me?' strike me as folks that want to be involved. It seems that they would enjoy special circumstances and things that only apply to them. Then again, perhaps they are only asking the question because they want to ensure that they are off the hook for that particular task/moment.
There is another group of people that I find far more annoying...the 'Not my job' people. In the amount of time it takes people to push back, they could have fixed the problem.
'You're right asswipe, you weren't the one that fucked it up. But you are part of the group that fucked it up so I am betting that you have the ability to fix it.'
And does it really make these people sleep better at night knowing that they avoided helping someone because they were afraid of a little ownership?
There is another group of people that I find far more annoying...the 'Not my job' people. In the amount of time it takes people to push back, they could have fixed the problem.
'You're right asswipe, you weren't the one that fucked it up. But you are part of the group that fucked it up so I am betting that you have the ability to fix it.'
And does it really make these people sleep better at night knowing that they avoided helping someone because they were afraid of a little ownership?
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