Fine, but count me out of N0. 38, N0. 80, and No. 87. I’m not into that stuff. Plus we just got new sheets.
Business sex is booming…but in many cases with inadequate records. This is a great mistake – no firm can thrive if the outgoings exceed the incomings. Eventually something collapses, and you’ll be left wondering. You may be able to put your finger on it, but for God’s sake wash your hands later.
Sexless business is the norm these days – too many cases of fadoodling have come to light and everyone from the Company President to the Mail Room Perve needs to adopt a professional and dispassionate demeanour. Not only are we not to talk about it, think about it, or write about it, we are wise if we deny all knowledge of the basics of biology. No birds. No bees.
Businessless sex, on the other hand, is generally applauded. From the one-night-stand ( for itinerant watermelon sales at the side of the road ) to all-embracing romance, we are encouraged by popular music, literature, and cinema to steam at the slightest opportunity. I have always found romance a tiresome thing – what with quests and noble ladies’ handkerchiefs and knights in shining armour – it has all seemed a bit of an imposition. I mean, if a damsel is locked in a tower by an ogre, there is generally a good reason for it. Ogres are not stupid and they may know a lot more about the character of the ” innocent ” damsel than we do. Trust the ogre and leave the tower alone.
I think the very safest and most efficient way to deal with the whole thing is to put things out to tender. Lots of places on the human body are tender, after all, and as long as you call for three submissions it should all be good.
Note: I intended to mention double entry here, but a reader has pointed out that it can also refer to a system of book keeping. Business seems to intrude into just everything.
For the record, that’s a cash book in my pocket but I am glad to see you…