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February 25, 2007
Fuck.
Working flat out and bam, one of the motherfucking principal parties has his fucking father die and cancels the meetings.
Priorities, motherfucker! Close the fucking deal.
Okay, no not really, but frankly it is so goddamned hard to get to be close to making an arrangement in this region that when this sort of thing arises, well, this is indeed how I reacted this evening on hearing this.
Months of work, in the fridge, and when is it going to come out?
Posted by The Lounsbury at February 25, 2007 11:27 PM
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does this mean you have some time to enjoy a nip of cuban comfort?
Posted by: drdougfir ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://lounsbury.aqoul.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at February 26, 2007 03:39 PM
No, that I have even less time.
Posted by: The Lounsbury at February 26, 2007 04:09 PM
To another he said, "Come, follow me." But he said, "Lounsbury, let me first go and bury my father." But he said, "Leave the dead to bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the closing of the deal." Another said, "I will followup with you, Louns, but first let me first say farewell to those at home." Lounsbury said to him, " No one who sets his hand to the spreadsheet and then looks back is fit for the Fund." (Luke 9:59-62, adapted and updated)
Posted by: matthew hogan at February 27, 2007 06:41 PM
