Agnes: Blue Sky Practitioner

Dear Agnes,
 
I might have applied for one hundred jobs without success and I’m beginning to lose hope of ever being gainfully employed. That is the reason I am applying for anything and everything.  I need your help to understand just what might be expected of me should I be successful with my latest application.
 
The successful candidate, the advertisement read, will become a ‘Blue Sky Practitioner and will be required to undertake horizon scanning and futures research.  He/she will create curve leverage systems for rapid diffusion, helping customers to articulate and understand order and chaos.  Workstreams will adhere to a generic cycle based on a hypothesis-driven creative problem-solving process to initiate improvement products’.
 
I’m a good girl, I am, and I am not so desperate for work as to risk my chastity or reputation.  Does this sound like a job that you would encourage your own daughter to accept?
 
Yours truly,
 
Verity White

 
Dear Verity,
 
It is a good rule-of-thumb that any job advertisement that is couched in meaningless, linguistic nonsense such as this requires very little indeed from the ‘Practitioner’ bar the ability to learn to talk b******t!
 
(Sorry for that temporary lapse.  I appreciate with your upbringing you have probably never heard anyone speak so, or write thus. You quickly will, as soon as you get your first job!).
 
I suspect you would merely be expected like the farmer, to be ‘out standing in his own field’ .. to scan the skies, day and night for who knows what?  But with who knows whom, and where, and under what circumstances, might be the more appropriate questions to ask.  It is probably a task for the amateur astronomer, in search of incoming meteors or comets that might collide with Earth in the distant future.  If so, and you were successful in your application, you could make it up as you go along, for there’s no one in the position to contradict you.
 
On the other hand, if this is a bone fide position and well-remunerated, you can be certain it was created with someone else in mind than you.
 
Go ahead to the interview but carry one of those anti-personnel sprays (Mace)  for fear of attack.  Use it anyway if your application is refused!  It will serve them right for being obtuse in their intent!
 
Agnes Dayee

Originally posted 2004-12-22 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Filly for sale?

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Dear Agnes

I’m relying on your discretion here, so don’t let me down.

I made my first fortune a few generations  ago, and as well as money it gained me a fine filly.  She soon turned fat and flabby and distinctly self-centred and after a few years she scarpered, taking the childer and a large share of my wealth with her. 

The border here was a great thing then for smuggling cattle both ways and claiming export credits on both sides.   So my problem is two-fold:  what will I smuggle over the new soft-hard border, to restore my economic standing:  and what’s the going price nowadays for a new, fresh wee filly?

I’m older now, I admit, but I still have a lot to offer.  Everything’s still in fine working order, if you get my drift!  I’m not a choosey man:  she can be any colour, race or nationality, provided she has all her own parts and a nice firm body.

Advise me please.  Stay away from the fags, drugs, diesel and cattle.  I’m the expert there, if you know what I mean!  If I go into the people smuggling, do you imagine I’d come across a suitable filly, all for myself?

Yours in expectation.

Ebenezer Screws.

Eb,

You probably think your pseudonym  (no more Screws, for you, pervert!) and withholding your address protects your anonymity – but I have news for you! 

We have already traced your location through your URL  (never mind what it means – you’re too old and twisted to understand, even if it was explained to you.)

Listen for the knock on the door, idiot!  That’d be the Garda (yes, we know you’re in the Kilcurry area. )  They are working with full cooperation with the PSNI, who are currently caging your wee hideout in Culloville, across that ‘hard-soft’ border.

See you in Court, you old goat!

Agnes

Dia Gnossis

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Dear Agnes,

My doctor gave me a sealed letter to present to my hospital consultant. Curious both about his reading of my ailment and of his opinion of me, I opened it, read it and resealed it in a new envelope on which I typed the consultant’s name (this originally was hand-written). 



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