Mr. Smyth kicks back in his large, leather chair.
Originally Posted by mr.onemanband
Mr. Smyth: I think I got the bulk of what you were trying to say. I'm going to guess that you're Polish or something since your grasp of putting together a coherent sentence in English is clearly above your abiloty right now, but don't you worry, sport; you'll get there one day. You've just gotta keep at it.
Anyway, in response to what you have said, I'm going to assume that you're one of these guys who doesn't know what they are talking about and feel that the only way to make a name for themselves is to mouth off. Best thing for you to do is watch, learn and then try something when you have had a bit of an education behind you.
In fact, that's a cracking idea right there: how about you shadow me for a day or two? Then you can mingle with my entourage and join in on career progressing opportunities like taking out the trash, mopping the floor and changing to toilet rolls in all the arenas I sell out.
Either that, or you can go back to twitching that curtain while us main eventer handle business, you nameless little gob shite.