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Klutch.xls: Standing on the Edge . . . Raiser's Edge


At lunch, my friend Bubzy turned to me. She had an intensly serious look in her eye. She sighed, looked away for a moment, and then turned back to me.

"Klutch," she said. "Do you think you are the smartest person in Raiser's Edge in Boston?" She paused. "Because I think you could be. What do you think?"

I laughed, shook my head.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

. . . or is it?!?!?!? . . .

O.K. I'm fully prepared and ready to throw down. Bring it on.

"WHO'S SMARTER IN RAISER'S EDGE IN BOSTON?"

Maybe we can have the contest at the World Trade Center, Boston or the new Convention Center. You, me and the Raiser's Edge baby. Any takers? If you have interest, leave me a comment and e-mail address on my comment board.

I'll be processing my Export before your Query is even at 50% beeyatch. I'll be Segmenting Queries through RE_Mail while you're still trying to figure out wether you want to use an AND or SUB merge.

How do you soft credit split gifts bitch? Huh? You think you're so smart in Raiser's Edge then you tell me that, Paco!

The gauntlet has been thrown, my friend. I demand satisfaction!







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