No, this isn't some strange nursery rhym (though I wonder if it could be) no this is a story of a literal old lady whom I believe was trying to collect as many notches on her bed post as possible...
Let's start at the beginning, I lived in a house I rented, I had a spare bedroom and my younger brother broke up with his long term girlfriend. He came to live with me, quite unsuccessfully, as his life was very chaotic, and indeed in the end I threw him out in the end.
But in the nine months he inflicted himself upon me he had a few lovers through his door. One of them was said "old lady".
I say old she was maybe early to mid-forties, with children, but that was old, my brother was nineteen... heck I was only twenty two.
He was going through a series of different jobs at the time, and somehow he met this woman, who promised him a bunch of things; like a car, and MR2 if I call correctly. Which he went on about constantly.
These rewards never appeared, but one day she did, one morning to be precise, I came down into my own kitchen and there was this woman in my non-smoking house smoking. If looks could have killed she would have murdered me when I asked her to go outside to smoke. Until she realised this was my house; so the stories clearly went both ways between them and my brother.
Well, when my brother broke things off with her she continued to communicate with me, I'm not even sure how she knew my contact details to be honest, I think she had a nominal business address or something, in fact thinking back now, I think one of the mysterious things she promised my brother as she bedded him was to get me a job; despite my not asking.
But it seems she was looking for a NOC engineer.
Indeed, I spoke to her briefly where she was talking to me about setting up BSD servers, "My servers run BSD". She never explained what her servers were doing (I suspected porn).
She did however offer me a job, at £4,000 a month. That's £48,000 a year. At the time I was in a £21,500 job doing network maintenance (which I hated, and have commented about in earlier posts).
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