Dunph with 200 acres?!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
A bad workman will always blame his tools, tis not about the quality of the land but the quality of the farmer runt, I do get a whiff of silage off yorself sometimes ???
I don’t think my acre will qualify me as a farmer, although I do have a few rows of spuds, onions and assorted veg set. Will that count?
I’m still trying to get over the fact that lads thing dunph has 200 acres, and he not able to tell the difference between a bullock a heifer and a bull :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
I’ll have you know myself and Dunph have often had long discussions in Clems about organic suckler farming, The Dunph is well versed on this topic.
Not so much “jargon” but I sat through a meeting earlier with a guy who used the phrase “for want of a better term” about 20 times. It got fairly irritating after a while.
How do your Israeli workmates enjoy the “come to Jesus sessions”?
they usually just end up laughing politely and doing their own thing, i think the yanks gave up on us a while ago anyway…
i suppose “a come to Adolf” session may stir a bit more interest but the usually ultra PC west coast American types are afraid at offending anyone hence the lack of effectiveness in these conference calls and the amount of shit talk .
i used to hate conference calls with the states when i used to work in ireland for a more lows key, less obnoxious corporation, the dumb Irish fucks would actually be trying to engage in small talk with the yanks at the start of the meeting even tho it was pushing 6pm, Comments such as " I suppose you’ll all be watching the golf over there" given the weekend that’s in it, the yanks would then respond “ right, golf, yeah”, there would then be muted banter in the background as more yanks entered the meeting room on their side and then another dumb irish cunt would ask a hapless question about the elections or something trying to put on an American accept to cover his dumb brogue .
The meeting would then start and the yanks would tell paddy what is what, paddy would make a few references to “you guys” throughout the meeting but you always got the impression the yanks thought we were some bunch of tards.
In Haifa the rule is, force the Americans to start the meeting early and completely ignore all the pleasantries and introductions
Let the yanks talk, rudely interrupt a few times by talking across the line to a colleague in Hebrew so they cant understand, they are also too polite to interrupt but you can feel them becoming more insecure and frustrated, playing with a cigarette lighter and typing can also work here
Eventually they will shut up due to the obvious lack of attention on our side, we will then tell them in no more than fifty words what we are at and then tell them as there is a 10 hour time swing we are getting tired and we need to drop off and we are happy they have approved our suggestions.
At our place of work we can’t call it “mothballed” anymore because you are saying to the taxman that it can be used again. Its now called “decommissioned”.
Well officially it becomes “obsolete equipment” but the tards around the office call it “mothballed”
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Robertson is pulling himself down to Dott’s level in this. He needs to take the shackles off and push this over the line.
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Farmerinthecity on the snooker thread last night
‘coop-etition’.
Seriously, ‘coop-etition’.
A mixture of cooperation and competition.
In these challenging financial times, it’s worth noting that you may actually derive benefits from cooperating with a competitor.
Share the cost of a warehouse? Transport each others’ raw materials and finished goods? Agree not to quote for certain contracts to leave the other with a clear path to win it and so you won’t end of undercutting each other and reducing the overall margin available?
I had a meeting yesterday where we were told about the company’s ‘coop-etition’ agenda for the year ahead.
Cartel is another word for that carry on
A couple of these cropped up during a conference call yesterday.
Each party were arguing over a point and it was obvious we couldn’t both get our own way and then one of the lads came out with, ‘We can’t both dance on the same pin here – there’s just not enough room’. I was in shock for around two minutes and didn’t take anything in.
I recovered my composure and there was more discussion and it looked like we reached a compromise that would involve both parties conceding a little bit and the same lad came out with, ‘Look it’s a fair solution – there’s a touch of the dentist/patient about this; we have our fist by your teeth but you can grab a hold of our balls.’
I do not make any of this up.
:o 
you have taken this thread to a new plane.
That is phenomenal
id resign there & then
+1
A bit harsh with the fat jibe towards you as well.