Bit late with what is the first of a more work related blog, but I like my audience primed and ready.
Buffoon Boy, curious title for a blog and to whom does this title belong? I hear you ask.
It's this knob head.
So, mes enfants, you are wondering how this can be so, and so I'll tell y'all.
The boy in question is indeed 30 yrs old this year and has just got himself all loved up to the point where he texts this deluded girl all day and tells us stuff about her which is of no interest whatsoever. Not wishing to offend my more sensitive readers but the truth of the matter is that the boy is cuntstruck. There said it.
Other things to note are an excessive use of 'Product' on the hair and the fact that he sometimes chews gum and speaks with his mouth full when speaking to customers. (Eeeeugh is right).
Buffoon Boy, is our kitchen designer, well perhaps disaster would be nearer the truth. Imagine if you will the joy at having a custom designed Kitchen, sparkly new gadgets et all.
Would you have planned a kitchen using a competitors design and measurements as your starting point?
Would you have ordered the kitchen (non returnable) from the manufacturer without confirming with the client that the wall that was to be taken down, had actually been taken down?
Would you have done all this without having gone to the site to measure up, instead stating that you'd go to confirm the drawings two days before the kitchen was due to be delivered?
If the answers to any of those questions is YES, please get in touch with reality, or become our new designer.
Another example of Jasons (oops gave that away didn't I) prowess is the ability to conjour prices from the Ether.
Granite worktops have to be Templated so that the stone can be cut exactly to size, then a price is worked out by the Granite people and a go ahead given.
Buffoon Boy needs none of this stuff and gave a customer a price without even getting in touch with the worktop people, ever.
So you see what I have to put up with here in Builders Merchant mayhem.
I was going to entertain you with a little track from Ian Dury but I can't find the file anywhere, so it'l do for later.
Dennypoos, vindictive to lesser mortals. You know it makes sense.