Imagine the Horror

Corporately, we are putting in a bid to manage and run a convention centre which will be built in our town over the next three years. Today, General Manager says to Mario, " I need to know exactly what you would want in the new facility -- quantities of tables and chairs, what technology, how much public space, how many forks and their cost, likewise how many butter knives, teaspoons, fish knifes, etc, how many gravy boats and bread baskets and their cost, how many flipcharts, how many garbage cans, EVERYTHING we need to set this place up. And I need it in the morning."

None of this is the General Manager's fault. But guess who gets to stay up all night, surfing the internet, to see how much 4,700 banquet chairs cost.