The Wedding from Hell

As a freelance bartender, I have spent quite a few evenings of my life serving drinks to wedding guests. Generally, the events are held at hotel conference rooms or outdoor venues and the caterers hired for the event handle the staffing. Again, I say this is how things generally work, but on this beautiful fall afternoon, this was not the case.

At the reception, the guests were all settled at their respective tables waiting for the meals to be served. The wedding party took their places at the head table as well. The caterer began running plates of food, one at a time, to the bride and groom. I noticed his frantic nature and asked if I could be of any assistance. He replied that he had made a big mistake and forgot to hire events staffing for this event. The bride and groom overheard the conversation, and the bride’s mom was horrified and the bride fainted in shock. That was truly the wedding from hell.

First Impressions Form Our Concepts

An executive walks into a trades show or onto a convention floor, and he is, immediately, bombarded by a plethora of sights and sounds. He is overwhelmed at the spaciousness of the arena, and annoyed by the noise and confusion, but there is a process at work to make his work day more enjoyable, there will be promotional staff London in attendance to make his day easier.

Young and pretty, they answer questions and direct those in attendance to wherever they need to go. This network of young, usually feminine and pretty aides do their jobs of being helpful, kind and accommodating, almost to a fault. We marvel at their patience. We are amazed at how easily they smile, and by being friendly and nice to us make our lives a little bit better.

After an exhausting day, after eating food too spicy for proper digestion, we leave the arena and pass by those symbols of helpfulness and pleasure. While we are tired of the day’s drudgery, they appear as fresh as the moment they greeted us. For a moment we think it may be our charm. our style, which has put a smile on their faces, but then the real world enters again as we exit this arena, and reality sets in, leaving us feeling a bit foolish. We shall return and each time we return, we’ll enjoy this simple, polite courtesy from those young, smiling faces.

Marketing Advice

New online markets are always looking for some sage advice about getting the word out about their product or services. There is always some new marketing guru that claims that they have developed a technique for attracting targeted traffic to a website or getting viewers to click ad banners or links like crazy. Well, I’ve been online long enough to have tried a number of marketing ideas. Most with varying results. I’ve discovered that the only way to really attract attention that starts a real buzz is with genuine brand ambassadors London.

Here is the deal. Take a look at all the major brands in the market. Just about all of them have a famous spokesperson for their products. One car manufacturer was watching their vehicle sales plummet until they hired a very famous spokesperson for their vehicles. This spokespersons casual and non-intrusive style skyrocketed their sales. Get a spokesperson that people can relate to and watch your brand recognition explode.

A Time to Myself

In any home, bathrooms Bolton need to be inviting to everyone living in the home and to those who visit the home. After moving into our new home our bathroom was the least inviting room in the whole house. There was old worn out wall paper, the flooring in the bathroom was moldy and wet. The bathtub, sink and toilet were so old and outdated that the best thing to do was to do a complete renovation. With working full time and taking care of children and not having the knowledge or physical stamina to do the renovating ourselves, we decided to hire a professional renovation team.

They came to inspect our bathroom and we talked about what we wanted that was within our budget. A new floor was put down and the water problem was resolved, we picked out colors of paint, a new sink, toilet and bathtub for relaxing.

Game On

Whereas I love playing tennis with my beautiful wife, my knees haven’t aged as well and frankly do not mesh with the many concrete and asphalt tennis venues in our area. I was fully prepared to retire from the sport that I love until my wife suggested installing our own menage sand based synthetic surface court in our yard. Since our South Carolina home was our retirement home already, it made perfect sense to put in our very own tennis court. Both my wife and I think that our terracotta colored sand court has the look and feel of Roland Garris, home of the French Open. More importantly, the court provides the perfect amount of give that will enable me to continue to play tennis for many more years to come. My wife and I couldn’t be happier.

When Kindness Kills

“Tell us how you knew the decedent, Mr. Bradey,” said the attorney, who paced before the witness.

“Hannah was a bridal makeup artist Manchester who rented a small store front from me at the corner of Clairmont and Main Street. She always wore black, smoked Winstons, and made a habit of inviting the crazies in off the street. All I know about her is what my other renters said about her. They told me that she acted as if it was her mission in life to feed the crazies before sending them back out into the cold. She was known for her ‘it takes a village’ rant and her ‘let me read your shockra’ bunk. But, she paid her rent on time, so I didn’t care how she ran her business. Her demise was a testament of how kindness kills, only, I suppose kindness got the wrong person killed in her case.”

Are You Even Listening?

Last weekend at my family dinner I got in to a heated argument with my father. It seemed like no matter what I said I was not right and didn’t even come close to making sense. After numerous arguments I asked him to check into Stockport hearing aids because apparently he was missunderstanding everything I was saying. Although the sly comment probably bothered him slightly I could not take the rude words coming from his mouth. The whole time my father and I were bickering my poor mother just sat back and patiently waited for it to end. It took my grandmother speaking up for us to both close or mouths. Whenever she speaks she means business and gets everyones attention. So needless to say the rest of the evening was rather quiet, despite the sound of the television in the back room.

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