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Problem with outsourcing

Administrator — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 21:50:05 +0000

Outsourceing to india is great, most of the time, but at the monet I have two teams workign out their and due to a flood and a festival, They pretty much ground to a halt.

[16:21] nixies78: HI Sham

[16:22] Sham (Desktop Apps): i mean was busy talking with other customer

[16:22] nixies78: no problem

[16:22] Sham (Desktop Apps): me and Paul could chat few moments, he wanted to see the Trial project we built-up and check himself what's going wrong, I will send me .Exe and source-code late night or tommorrow

[16:23] Sham (Desktop Apps): the files are at office at moment.

[16:23] nixies78: okay sounds good

[16:23] nixies78: when does the festival stop by the way

[16:23] Sham (Desktop Apps): today

[16:23] nixies78: Is it all over india?

[16:24] Sham (Desktop Apps): most part of the Country, Maharashtra and most Southern parts of my country

[16:24] Sham (Desktop Apps): today was last day of the festival

[16:25] nixies78: Okay, just another team who work for me had a flood lately and they still haven't got back to work yet, I was owndering if this was partly because of the festival

[16:25] Sham (Desktop Apps): flood : no, they may be still in problem, do you know their city or area, I will let you know update

[16:26] nixies78: I don't sorry, just curious

[16:26] Sham (Desktop Apps): i mean flood problem, since in few states the flood is still there

[16:26] nixies78: they are good so I will wait I was just hoping I could get on with the project soon

[16:26] Sham (Desktop Apps): ok

[16:27] Sham (Desktop Apps): anyother issues sir ?

[16:28] nixies78: I was curious about the admin side of things but I guess I should wait until the festival is over

I've had about three of these conversation today already.

Things seem good on the work front.
Elaine has completely redesigned the horse liability pages

How cute is this!

Administrator — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 23:10:57 +0000

Okay I spotted this in the Gumtasic part on gumtree and though is was really really sweet and a little random:
Hi in a moment of randomness / madness I have decided to cook a lucky individual a Christmas eve dinner (I'm an ok cook). All you have to do is write back to me and let me know why you should be the winner (please feel free to be as random and off the wall in your reply as you can) I will gladly accept ‘cos I wear a purple sock to bed' as an answer, all be it a strange one.

I am 27 guy and I'm not looking for a relationship with woman man beast etc . Just wishing to fulfill my need for random-ness.

Looking forward to your email.

On a positive note.
Well I've completed the accent pages

Impressed on your face

Administrator — Wed, 28 Sep 2005 12:37:43 +0000

Beholding the aging dear mystified me. I stared openly at the tender aging winkles of her chin and the way her body hunched,. Wrinkles on her face deepen. I resist the tempation to try and smooth then away . Then she starts to grin that amplifies her laughter lines in the area of her eyes. The trial of a wonderful packed existance are impressed all over her features.

A male enters the scene. He remains in the rear behind the old lady , lowers himself to her height and then softly cuddles her , feeling her locks. His hands are profondly aged and veined however I sense their power. I feel safe n his arms .

Then I analyse the mirror image of my partner's feachter, he catches my eye, and then all feel right with the world.

The elderly

Administrator — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 12:50:31 +0000

Watching the elderly ladie mystified me. I personally stared plainely at the soft aging lines of her chin also at her greying hair. Wrinkles on her forehead grew deeper. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines about her mouth. The stories of a packed lifetime are written over her face.

A man enters the image. He is positioned behind the women , leans down and takes her in his arms , kissing her ear. His hands are profondly craggy and wrinkled but I can feel their force. I place my hands on his .

I examine the image of my partner's feachter, he catches my eye, and I see something beautiful.

Ancient Dear

Administrator — Thu, 01 Sep 2005 12:34:44 +0000

Viewing the ancient dear amazed me. I gazed openly at the tender old winkles below her eyes an da the clumps of missign hair,. The wrinkles on her forehead intesified. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Then her face lights up as she smiles that magifies the laughter lines around her cheeks. The stories from a full life are printed over her face.

A male comes in the arena. He stay in the rear behind the womn , lowers himself to her height and then takes her in his arms , caressing her face. His hands are heavily wrinkled and veined however I can feel the force. I feel his tender skin .

I study the image of my lover's experssion, out grazes meet, and then I am happy.

bedranglled angle

Administrator — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 17:20:16 +0000

Slumping on the lonely dank, drab plateform of Kings Cross station, deviding up a fag with her lover. This Sunday nighttime is scattered with drunken bums, and for once, we are not quite the drunkest; nor do we smell the worse. Late-night, parenoid tourists try and pertend we don't exist —a couple smile. We are spreading our tired ,wore down bodies alll other the sold floor, watching stumbling commuters struggle with the escalator.

Then she appeared! She climbed across the plateform with the final of her lifeforce. Her blue sweatpants has seen better days , and her feet are buried into city stained nike trainers. Her hair was so wispy it remined me of the damiblions we used to blow when we were children.. If I had not known betterI could have swared she was a ghost.. Her hair was so wispy it remined me of the damiblions we used to blow when we were children.. I looked at her withered form and wondering how this happen to her ; that I really didn't have anything to complain about , and i'm just is hanging around for a train.

Out comes her weak, decrept hand.

I looked in my purse but find nothing.

The overbearing statoin consumed her tormented, sorry silhouette.

I search in my bag for another cigrette I make a silent scream, no one can hear but these two hours seem unbearable.. I start to even the sleeping beggar at least they feel at home.

Then out of nowhere she returns.. The wrinkled hand, trembling with malmtrison, had done the whole rounds.

She placed a shinny pound coin into my palm and says, " get yourself a cup of coffee. Chin up your be home soon."

The night eat her up once again before we had any chance to refuse .