This is going to contain lots of swearing - because I swear a lot... and Sarah loves to swear too... And I'm in a pissy mood.
Holy fucking shit. Sarah committing business suicide.
Moaning about the price of tissue paper, and then saying "I'm sure I can get it cheaper in card factory". Jesus Christ
please, Sarah, just go work in McDonald's. As a business woman myself, I can't even watch this. It's horrific. You're moaning to your customers, who bought a £40+ blanket, that tissue paper costs too much... The blankets that should arrived at their (UK) doors by now. You're an actual fucking idiot. You didn't even check the measurements of the tissue paper either. Fucking hell
Waiting for business cards? You should have already had them ready before launching. I just... I can't even talk...
I'd be so pissed off if I'd ordered from her, and then saw her waltzing around shops all weekend, and now wasting time buying bottles of water (rather than taking a reusable) and folders. I'd be like, "JUST GO PACK MY FUCKING BLANKET AND SEND IT OUT!!!"
10 past 12, and she hadn't even been to the office yet... Is she having a laugh?!
Isabelle dropped her Sarah right in it.... Sarah, I thought it was Isabelle that wasn't bothered about going out? Then Isabelle outs you as being so overprotective. So it's you that stops her living a normal teenage life... I guess we can't blame you. Living with a disgusting grooming predator, and spending time with his equally disgusting grooming mother, I guess you're worried Isabelle will come across the same type of man that you're married to.
I couldn't really concentrate on her moaning about personalised stickers and hand wrapping shit, because I couldn't stop staring at her terrible eye shadow.... But Sarah, if you didn't spend the past few days, including yesterday morning, shopping for random tat, you'd have been up to date by now. But you simply don't care.
A really important meeting in Leeds today. Ok then, Chris. As long as it wasn't at the Ibis.