That’s what I thought when I bumped into a chap from o2 at the networking evening. Perfectly nice chap.
Although I nearly chucked up the glass of water I’d just been drinking when he said he was ‘Data Manager’ for o2 Business.
All of a sudden I had to tell myself…
BE POLITE, DON’T MENTION THE PER MEG DATA COSTS
BE POLITE, DON’T MENTION THE PER MEG DATA COSTS
I did my best to change my thought processes…
MARGARET THATCHER
MARGARET THATCHER
Anyway, turns out he was ‘data manager’ in the context of making sure that o2 meets its business customer needs — that is, I gather, big business customers. I was very clear to point out that I thought o2 was doing extremely well and it’s customers are Class-A Chumps or ‘El Chumpos’, if you’re hunting for a more exotic phrase, for paying stupid amounts for their data.
One of the o2 subscribers was standing next to me as I said this.
I called him a chump.
Heh.
Was that rude of me, do you think? 😉
CHHHHHHHUMMMMMMMMMMMMMP!
Ch CH CH CH CH CH CHUUUUUUUUUUMP!
Chhhhhhhhhh–chooo-choooo-choooooo–chuuuuu-chumpppppppppp!
Five quid on Three, you know.
Seven and a half on T-Mobile.
Don’t worry, by the way, I know the o2 subscriber. I’ve been ribbing him about it for a good month and a bit so far. I didn’t randomly yell CHUMP at o2 customers. That would be uncouth. Save that for when I’ve had too much coca cola.