If a good man comes to me and says “thank you David for the opportunity and continued support in the work-related arena, but I’ve done that, I want to better myself, I want to move on then I can make that dream come true to, aka, for you. The point is, you talk the talk you do not walk the walk, vis a vis, you have not yet passed your fork-lift driver’s test.
David Brent: This is the accounts department, the number bods. Do not be fooled by their job descriptions, they are absolutely mad, all of ‘em. Especially that one, he’s mental…not literally of course, that wouldn’t work.
I’m a Sales Rep … which means that my job is to speak to clients on the phone about, uh, quantity and type of paper, whether we can supply it for them, and whether they can pay … for it … and I’m boring myself, talking about it.
What is the single most important thing for a company? Is it the building? Is it the stock? Is it the turnover? It’s the people, investment in people. My proudest moment here wasn’t when I increased profits by 17%, or cut expenditure without losing a single member of staff. No. It was a young Greek guy, first job in the country, hardly spoke a word of English, but he came to me and he went ‘Mr Brent, will you be the Godfather to my child?’
…didn’t happen in the end. We had to let him go, he was rubbish.
Tim: You stay where you are okay? I’m gonna let go, right, unless you stop acting like a fool.
Gareth: Well, you won’t, so…
Tim: Well, I have, so…
Gareth: What if that kills someone?
Tim: Kills somebody? Umm, well, they’ll think you’re the murderer. It’s got your name on it.
Gareth: Why would a murderer put his name on the murder weapon?
Tim: To stop people borrowing it?
