- You realise you need more than 10 sheets.
- You ring the Printing Unit for a quote.
- They email you the first number they thought of.
- You say something rude.
- You reply to the email asking if the quote is "quite right."
- They email you a revised quote which works out as seven times the cost of just getting it done yourself.
Your tax pound at work.
6 comments:
Hmmm. Refer: the refrain from "The Gas Man Cometh", Flanders and Swann (1963).
Quite so, dear lad.
You're allowed to buy paper?
Is this the end of biscuits with your coffee? My heart goes out to you all.
Madame DF: we're allowed to buy paper.
pat: we were always too low down in the food chain to get given biscuits. Or coffee come to that.
Can you spoof their email address and just send yourself quotes of varying sizes? To save yourself the trouble...
Moo!
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