Thursday, December 17, 2009

Turning Away Business

A nice cold snap outside this morning.   I have to head down to Foxboro for a day long customer meeting so I won't have the ability to keep the Morso Woodstoves stoked up this morning.  Too bad, because today would be the day to burn a ton of scrap from the Nanepashemet Boatbuilding activities.
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Speaking of boatbuilding, I had to turn down a dory order this week because of the amount of business in Nanepashemet Telecom. I recommended that the prospect check out Lowell Boatworks in Amesbury for a wooden dory.
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Even though the boatbuilding work is infinitely more fulfilling and enjoyable, it is also fairly unprofitable unless you gear up industrial processes or charge an ungodly sum for the hand work.
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So the boatbuilding orders will have to wait until the Telecom business makes me enough money to retire.  Which won't be too many years from now if the current business trends maintain.

Tuna Lips said...
Ise can sentimentize with yer predicamint. The sun don't often set on a day that ain't seen my charms beguilify the local wenchery. Thems hungerin and thirstin for ole TL knows no satiety. Just like they profeseed in the old testament. I am that golden calf. Its an allergy, you know, something that means somethin' else, for the women folk needin' to be pleasured. Yet they is only one TL. Those left ajar should turn to the good book and take solace in readin about them that is almighty. I can only annoints so many. The rest we turns away, unless they got a sheriff and a warrant.
Maria Rowen said...
I don't know a whole lot about boatbuilding ...but thinking about asking Santa for a little dinghy to do some fishing in 2010...'cause it just might be a good year for fiddlin' with some blue fins...

3 comments:

Pisc said...

Look out! Its fire season in Marblehead! Alert the local jakes! Their booze and cocaine fueled revelry must take second fiddle to the needs of the local gentry!

Tuna Lips said...

Ise can sentimentize with yer predicamint. The sun don't often set on a day that ain't seen my charms beguilify the local wenchery. Thems hungerin and thirstin for ole TL knows no satiety. Just like they profeseed in the old testament. I am that golden calf. Its an allergy, you know, something that means somethin' else, for the women folk needin' to be pleasured.

Yet they is only one TL. Those left ajar should turn to the good book and take solace in readin about them that is almighty. I can only annoints so many. The rest we turns away, unless they got a sheriff and a warrant.

Maria Rowen said...

I don't know a whole lot about boatbuilding ...but thinking about asking Santa for a little dinghy to do some fishing in 2010...'cause it just might be a good year for fiddlin' with some blue fins...