Big meeting room all set up for a completion with lots of neat piles of paper for different bits and someone decided to tidy the room and stack all the papers together in no particular order.
heh
did your panic cause you to wake up?
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Woooo,Sails, I am the ghost of legal charges. Did you remember to file Form MR01 at Companies House within the statutory 21 day period? Wooooo. You didn't did you?
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Being very late to a Teams meeting I'm meant to be leading seems to have now become my recurring dream of choice (having replaced the "not revised for A level exams" one).
It did indeed wake me up.
Buzz thankfully I very rarely deal with anything for companies these days.
When I was very young I attended an old skool signing/completion where a chap from another firm (similar age to me, but in a suit that probably had not come from C&A) held the whole thing up for seceral hours because we apparently needed "wet ink" signatures. He thought this meant a fountain pen rather than the biros kept in the meeting room. It took him 2 hours to get back to his office and bring back his own mont blanc and a pot of quink.
Yes, you can guess which firm.
Heh.
One of the biggest nightmares I had was after finally (in a much delayed transaction) selling the principal operating subsidiary of a major group where my firm had a substantial ‘success’ related element in the compensation model for our fees, the MD of the client asked to meet me privately the next day to discuss one or two important matters. I didn’t manage to get any sleep overnight as I was in total dread that he would announce that because of the group’s financial difficulties then the whole of funds received from the purchase would be swallowed by the group’s secured lenders and there would be nothing much left to pay my upcoming bill “but thanks anyway and your team did a great job and we will always be grateful…”.
I still get the not revised for finals dream 30 years after graduating
Yep. Still having that one after a similar 30+ years.
I had a nightmare I worked for a massive property finance aunt at SJ Berwin. No wait...
On finding piles of paper all over the floor of the office in my first week as an articled clerk (circa 1988), I very helpfully dumped them all in the shredder bin. Turned out be bundles prepped for an employment case. The chap whose office it was remained pretty calm in the circumstances. He ended up as head of employment at an MC firm. Fair play to him.
I remember in the1990s some unfortunate unsupervised trainee in another firm, sorting out trial bundles in the small hours, accidentally sent the privileged bundle to the other side. As far as I recall, he was let go at the end of his traineeship. Sure, a howler, but, at the time, as someone who, as a teenager, once in error sent a Valentine’s card (for the girl I really fancied) to my soon-to-be-ex actual girlfriend, I grimaced in fleeting sympathy. I remember having a futile discussion (re retrieving the card from the postbox) with the jobsworth postman too, who seemed to be relishing the fact that the teenager with the silly haircut had just dropped himself in it.
heh
did your panic cause you to wake up?
*clank*
*clank*
*clank*
Woooo,Sails, I am the ghost of legal charges. Did you remember to file Form MR01 at Companies House within the statutory 21 day period? Wooooo. You didn't did you?
*clank*
*clank*
Being very late to a Teams meeting I'm meant to be leading seems to have now become my recurring dream of choice (having replaced the "not revised for A level exams" one).
It did indeed wake me up.
Buzz thankfully I very rarely deal with anything for companies these days.
When I was very young I attended an old skool signing/completion where a chap from another firm (similar age to me, but in a suit that probably had not come from C&A) held the whole thing up for seceral hours because we apparently needed "wet ink" signatures. He thought this meant a fountain pen rather than the biros kept in the meeting room. It took him 2 hours to get back to his office and bring back his own mont blanc and a pot of quink.
Yes, you can guess which firm.
Heh.
One of the biggest nightmares I had was after finally (in a much delayed transaction) selling the principal operating subsidiary of a major group where my firm had a substantial ‘success’ related element in the compensation model for our fees, the MD of the client asked to meet me privately the next day to discuss one or two important matters. I didn’t manage to get any sleep overnight as I was in total dread that he would announce that because of the group’s financial difficulties then the whole of funds received from the purchase would be swallowed by the group’s secured lenders and there would be nothing much left to pay my upcoming bill “but thanks anyway and your team did a great job and we will always be grateful…”.
Wang - I find this hard to believe
Quite right too.
Fountain pens for signatures.
diceman15 May 26 10:50
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Wang - I find this hard to believe
Feel free to go fck yourself then old chap
I still get the not revised for finals dream 30 years after graduating
Yep. Still having that one after a similar 30+ years.
I had a nightmare I worked for a massive property finance aunt at SJ Berwin. No wait...
On finding piles of paper all over the floor of the office in my first week as an articled clerk (circa 1988), I very helpfully dumped them all in the shredder bin. Turned out be bundles prepped for an employment case. The chap whose office it was remained pretty calm in the circumstances. He ended up as head of employment at an MC firm. Fair play to him.
I remember in the1990s some unfortunate unsupervised trainee in another firm, sorting out trial bundles in the small hours, accidentally sent the privileged bundle to the other side. As far as I recall, he was let go at the end of his traineeship. Sure, a howler, but, at the time, as someone who, as a teenager, once in error sent a Valentine’s card (for the girl I really fancied) to my soon-to-be-ex actual girlfriend, I grimaced in fleeting sympathy. I remember having a futile discussion (re retrieving the card from the postbox) with the jobsworth postman too, who seemed to be relishing the fact that the teenager with the silly haircut had just dropped himself in it.
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