03-01-15, 02:20 PM
Years ago I was with a design agency producing prestigious property details for large London office developments. We had a client that was always on the phone chasing stuff. I mean he'd fax over changes and five minutes later he'd be on the phone asking to see them and demanding why they hadn't been done yet... Like he was our only client. He'd phone like every 10 - 15 minutes.
One day he phoned and I put the phone on hold and hit the roof. I mean I called him every name under the sun, I was stomping around the studio screaming at the top of my voice, even Ed my studio manager was laughing. I then passed the call through to Ed to speak to the client. Big oooops! the wasn't on hold and he'd heard every word. I could hear my boss trying to give our apologies over the phone. This went on for about five minutes and in the end I heard him say to the client "LOOK JUST FUCK OFF" and slammed to phone down. Suffice to say he took his work elsewhere and a round of applause and cheers resounded around the studio.
:lol
One day he phoned and I put the phone on hold and hit the roof. I mean I called him every name under the sun, I was stomping around the studio screaming at the top of my voice, even Ed my studio manager was laughing. I then passed the call through to Ed to speak to the client. Big oooops! the wasn't on hold and he'd heard every word. I could hear my boss trying to give our apologies over the phone. This went on for about five minutes and in the end I heard him say to the client "LOOK JUST FUCK OFF" and slammed to phone down. Suffice to say he took his work elsewhere and a round of applause and cheers resounded around the studio.
:lol
Some say that he eats habanero chilli peppers dipped in oil of capsaicin for extra bite and that his pyjamas are made from Nomex. All we know is, he's called Ad the Bad