And the winner is.
Minor business sentence of the last twenty years,
“fuffawear” category unanimously wins
“There is no budget”. There is no budget!
There is no budget!
“There is no budget” is a police animal,
very strange, because if you show up at the beginning of the year
What does a company answer you? They still have to assign us
the budget, and you say it goes well, if they have to assign … It’s fairy, it’s fairy.
Then you present yourself after a while and, unfailingly in the middle of the year,
we have finished the budget. Porca troia, we finished the budget, we had a lot,
budget doubts, finished, evaporated.
And of course, if you come back to the end of the year
the inevitable answer is we await the budget that will come.
We will wait for him sooner or later. And you wait for it
your budget at aeternum. So the question,
friends, that we all place in the world
of the business from a lifetime is:
“But this phantom budget, where the fuck is it?”
“Where does this budget live?” It is a relationship
twisted and complicated, and perhaps the only solution
sad, radical, dramatic, but necessary,
in this troubled relationship is arriving
one day to make the final decision,
in front of those who will answer for the umpteenth time:
“Look, I’m sorry, there’s no budget, we’ve finished the budget, we’re waiting for the budget.”
We will have to find the courage to look him in the eye
tell him: “Look, my friend, fuck you and fuck you there’s no budget!”
From today I ask for a divorce, from today I get married with the uniqueness,
from today I marry with those who find value for me. From now
I marry with whom for me the budget finds him in every season of the year.
Fuck you, and fuck there’s no budget, I divorce.
I marry “for me there is a budget”.
Minor business sentence of the last twenty years,
“fuffawear” category unanimously wins
“There is no budget”. There is no budget!
There is no budget!
“There is no budget” is a police animal,
very strange, because if you show up at the beginning of the year
What does a company answer you? They still have to assign us
the budget, and you say it goes well, if they have to assign … It’s fairy, it’s fairy.
Then you present yourself after a while and, unfailingly in the middle of the year,
we have finished the budget. Porca troia, we finished the budget, we had a lot,
budget doubts, finished, evaporated.
And of course, if you come back to the end of the year
the inevitable answer is we await the budget that will come.
We will wait for him sooner or later. And you wait for it
your budget at aeternum. So the question,
friends, that we all place in the world
of the business from a lifetime is:
“But this phantom budget, where the fuck is it?”
“Where does this budget live?” It is a relationship
twisted and complicated, and perhaps the only solution
sad, radical, dramatic, but necessary,
in this troubled relationship is arriving
one day to make the final decision,
in front of those who will answer for the umpteenth time:
“Look, I’m sorry, there’s no budget, we’ve finished the budget, we’re waiting for the budget.”
We will have to find the courage to look him in the eye
tell him: “Look, my friend, fuck you and fuck you there’s no budget!”
From today I ask for a divorce, from today I get married with the uniqueness,
from today I marry with those who find value for me. From now
I marry with whom for me the budget finds him in every season of the year.
Fuck you, and fuck there’s no budget, I divorce.
I marry “for me there is a budget”.
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