Wildcard Ky
Southern culture liason
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2004
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The short version of a long story is that I've been busting my ass for over a month to get something ready for a trade show type of unveiling and demo. My days have been starting around 6:00 a.m., and ending around midnight, 7 days a week since new years.
I am the practical/mechanical end of a partnership with a few other people. They are the idea/business end, and I actually make the things.
We were poised to make a huge splash with this demo. It wouldn't be anything that would set us for life, or that we could retire on, but the financial possibilities were pretty bright.
Anyway, I busted my ass and got everything done that needed to be done just in the nick of time. I packaged everything up and shipped it overnight air on Monday. Delivery guaranteed for Tuesday morning, with two demos scheduled on Wednesday. Plenty of time, right? Well here it is Thursday evening, and it's all still lost in transit. NOTHING has showed up at the destination. 4 fucking packages, and they're all lost in transit. I've spent the better part of two days on the phone with the shipping company trying to figure out where my stuff is. They admit that they don't know what's happened to it, but they'll gladly refund my shipping expenses since it wasn't delivered on time Tuesday morning.
I've asked about them re-imbursing me for potential lost income over their screw up, seems there isn't a policy about that.
So with all that being said, I need a sugar momma. I need to give up the rat race. I'll quit working and become someone elses's little man servant. All I ask is that they provide me with the 3 necessary "F's" in life:
1. Feed me
2. Fuck me
3. Finance me
Provide those three, and I'm yours for life. You can do with me as you will after that. Any takers?
I am the practical/mechanical end of a partnership with a few other people. They are the idea/business end, and I actually make the things.
We were poised to make a huge splash with this demo. It wouldn't be anything that would set us for life, or that we could retire on, but the financial possibilities were pretty bright.
Anyway, I busted my ass and got everything done that needed to be done just in the nick of time. I packaged everything up and shipped it overnight air on Monday. Delivery guaranteed for Tuesday morning, with two demos scheduled on Wednesday. Plenty of time, right? Well here it is Thursday evening, and it's all still lost in transit. NOTHING has showed up at the destination. 4 fucking packages, and they're all lost in transit. I've spent the better part of two days on the phone with the shipping company trying to figure out where my stuff is. They admit that they don't know what's happened to it, but they'll gladly refund my shipping expenses since it wasn't delivered on time Tuesday morning.
I've asked about them re-imbursing me for potential lost income over their screw up, seems there isn't a policy about that.
So with all that being said, I need a sugar momma. I need to give up the rat race. I'll quit working and become someone elses's little man servant. All I ask is that they provide me with the 3 necessary "F's" in life:
1. Feed me
2. Fuck me
3. Finance me
Provide those three, and I'm yours for life. You can do with me as you will after that. Any takers?
