Down With OTB

The other day my friend and amazing co-worker Rebecca and I were going over our account list trying to find out who's blood we can suck over the next few months. We're fairly organized and keep pretty good notes on customer updates, information, feedback and how many times they ask us to please stop calling. During our review, we came across a note by the owner and head of sales that read, "Ralph has no O-T-B right now". Since he was drunk on margaritas in Mexico we couldn't ask him WTF and just assumed he was crazy, or perhaps it was a sadly failed attempt at being as funny as we are, which is pretty hard to do. Anyway, today this elusive customer must have sensed he was about to get harrassed by us again and called our office first. Again we came across the mysterious O-T-B, but this time I got to find out WTF.

O-T-B means Open To Buy. It's a term used by retail merchandise buyers referring to how much money they have to spend on goods.

So, no O-T-B. I think I'm going to write a song called, "I'm Down With No OTB". Ok, it's not as good as OPP, but I'm not a songwriter.

I gotta go.
Yo.