I\’ve been scouring the world of likely companies (that\’s scouring the world of companies likely to have this stuff, as well as the world for companies likely to do so) for those who might have some of my favourite metal just lying about. You know, in the rubbish left over from some other process sort of thing.
The company in Thailand which is owned by Brits and managed by an expat Brit hasn\’t bothered to respond at all.
The Americans have fired all of their secretaries and telephone receptionists in the name of efficiency so it\’s impossible, from outside a company, to work out who might be responsible inside the company.
The French Canadians are still in shock at my French accent (that is, not my sounding French accent, but my accent in French) and are arguing about who should deal with this perfidious Alb. Not so much Zut Alors! as alors, who should deal with the zit?
The Brazilians have sent off for a testing kit which will take at least 30 days to arrive.
The Brits in Britain agree that it should be there but they can\’t find it.
So, I call the Germans.
\”Ja, ja, but ve have zer problem. I am in zis factory and der vaste is in zat factory. I vill hav to contact my colleagues at ze other factory. But zey do not hav ze analytical eqvipment to do ze analysis. Zo, I must get zer sample to my factory and do zer analysis. Zis vill take time.
I am zo zorry Herr Vorstall, but it might take az much az ein veek for zer results!\”
So, err, perhaps there is something to this idea of German efficiency then?
*A certain poetic licence has been taken with the telling of this tale including the fact that Herr. German speaks better English than I do. But the underlying actions and timescales are all absolutely true.