Where are you, you ask? Why have you not posted your delighful satire on the current state of your employment at the asylum? Sorry dear readers, I spent the latter part of 2005 wishing that a) i was no longer employed at aforementioned asylum b) I would be hit by a bus.
As it happens, none of these wished for occurences took place so I am back back back to post erraticly about the place that I have now realize I may never escape. As luck would haveit, the inmates have been especially busy and I am full of stories to relate on the dysfuctional disaster that I take myself to everyday. Furthermore, I have been relagated to a position of marginal authority and have spent many a day trying not to pitch myself out a window in frustration. I am sure that you shall be delighted as I proceed.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Monday, August 29, 2005
Mean old Christian Taliban
I have not posted for a while - BUMMER! That is because I have been working!
Well, let me recount my recent adventures with the Christian Taliban.
Last Thursday, I have a meeting at 4 o'clock. I expect that this meeting will be VERY speedy, because I am running the meeting. I plan to have meeting in a co-workers office to save annoyance of booking conference room, sending out meeting notification to attendees, getting responses etc.., because I organized this meeting at the last minute, didn't want to go through all that rigamorale with our meeting booking system (yes, we have one of those, more on that later!) PLUS, and as I pointed out - it was going to be very quick. So, I leave my office at 3:57 and make my way to co-workers office. There, I sit on a table in his room, act perky, and prepare myself to provide fabulous insights to colleagues - mainly along the lines of " do your work, stupids." So, people enter this room for meeting - I tell a couple jokes, ask everyone how their day is going, make all the pre meeting talk. But, Soon, the room falls silent and 5 pairs of eyes stare at me. WHAT am I DOING?, you ask. I am waiting for that Texas mutant, of course. He IS the reason that we are having this meeting in the first place.
At the asylum, sometimes we have "MEETINGS" just to point out the obvious to one particular individual. So as not to offend, we MEET, tell a GROUP of people the necessary information, hoping that the one particular person whom the message is actually intended will grasp upon it, and the other, who have actually done the proper thing, will know that this meeting is not intended for them. Unfortunately, this absolutely ridiculous plan falls flat EVERY single time it has been attempted. See, the people who did what they were supposed to become either 1) offended that you are telling them something that they have already done 2) hopelessly confused that they are missing something, resulting in the change to the CORRECT work product to something less so. Further, the one asshole to whom the message is actually targeted, fails to get the message, and turns in equally crappy work - firm in the knowledge that the meeting couldn't have POSSIBLY been about them. But I digress.
So, now we are in a SILENT room with eyes staring upon poor tradebabe, who, having run out of things to talk about while waiting for the Christian Taliban to arrive to a meeting called for the SOLE purpose of telling HIM something, gets nervous. Tradebabe takes off down the hall to pull the Christian Taliban away from his office and get him into meeting so that she can get on with her day. Here is the conversation that takes place.
Tradebabe: Are you coming to the meeting?
Christian Taliban: NO.
Tradebabe (totally confused and bewildered): WHAT? Why not?
CT: Cause it is 3:59, you said the meeting was at four.
Tradebabe: Well, probably by the time you get down the hall - it will be four.
CT: Well it is NOT four, I am sending an email, I don't know what clock you are looking at that said it was 4.
HMMM< let us think for a moment - I left my office at 3:57, went to another room, waited for arrival of colleagues, AND made some awful BANTER while waiting for this Ass. Then, went down the hall to his office. TRADEBABE does NOT move at warp speed - so it was AFTER FOUR. Further, ALL our clocks - phone, computer, ALL OF THEM, are synchronized on the network - so it is completely IMPOSSIBLE for me to be looking at the wrong FREAKING CLOCK.
Well, let me recount my recent adventures with the Christian Taliban.
Last Thursday, I have a meeting at 4 o'clock. I expect that this meeting will be VERY speedy, because I am running the meeting. I plan to have meeting in a co-workers office to save annoyance of booking conference room, sending out meeting notification to attendees, getting responses etc.., because I organized this meeting at the last minute, didn't want to go through all that rigamorale with our meeting booking system (yes, we have one of those, more on that later!) PLUS, and as I pointed out - it was going to be very quick. So, I leave my office at 3:57 and make my way to co-workers office. There, I sit on a table in his room, act perky, and prepare myself to provide fabulous insights to colleagues - mainly along the lines of " do your work, stupids." So, people enter this room for meeting - I tell a couple jokes, ask everyone how their day is going, make all the pre meeting talk. But, Soon, the room falls silent and 5 pairs of eyes stare at me. WHAT am I DOING?, you ask. I am waiting for that Texas mutant, of course. He IS the reason that we are having this meeting in the first place.
At the asylum, sometimes we have "MEETINGS" just to point out the obvious to one particular individual. So as not to offend, we MEET, tell a GROUP of people the necessary information, hoping that the one particular person whom the message is actually intended will grasp upon it, and the other, who have actually done the proper thing, will know that this meeting is not intended for them. Unfortunately, this absolutely ridiculous plan falls flat EVERY single time it has been attempted. See, the people who did what they were supposed to become either 1) offended that you are telling them something that they have already done 2) hopelessly confused that they are missing something, resulting in the change to the CORRECT work product to something less so. Further, the one asshole to whom the message is actually targeted, fails to get the message, and turns in equally crappy work - firm in the knowledge that the meeting couldn't have POSSIBLY been about them. But I digress.
So, now we are in a SILENT room with eyes staring upon poor tradebabe, who, having run out of things to talk about while waiting for the Christian Taliban to arrive to a meeting called for the SOLE purpose of telling HIM something, gets nervous. Tradebabe takes off down the hall to pull the Christian Taliban away from his office and get him into meeting so that she can get on with her day. Here is the conversation that takes place.
Tradebabe: Are you coming to the meeting?
Christian Taliban: NO.
Tradebabe (totally confused and bewildered): WHAT? Why not?
CT: Cause it is 3:59, you said the meeting was at four.
Tradebabe: Well, probably by the time you get down the hall - it will be four.
CT: Well it is NOT four, I am sending an email, I don't know what clock you are looking at that said it was 4.
HMMM< let us think for a moment - I left my office at 3:57, went to another room, waited for arrival of colleagues, AND made some awful BANTER while waiting for this Ass. Then, went down the hall to his office. TRADEBABE does NOT move at warp speed - so it was AFTER FOUR. Further, ALL our clocks - phone, computer, ALL OF THEM, are synchronized on the network - so it is completely IMPOSSIBLE for me to be looking at the wrong FREAKING CLOCK.
Monday, August 01, 2005
6 Phases of Project Leadership
Yes, if you are a project manager, you know that this is true.
1. Enthusiam
2. Disillusionment
3. Panic
4. Search for the Guilty
5. Punishment of the Innocent
6. Praise and Honors for the Nonparticipants
1. Enthusiam
2. Disillusionment
3. Panic
4. Search for the Guilty
5. Punishment of the Innocent
6. Praise and Honors for the Nonparticipants
Signs your job is SCREWED up.
(I swear I am NOT making these up)
You boss falls asleep during your interview.
One of your co-workers fashion statement is EXTREMELY SMALL biking jersey. (He don't look like Lance either.)
The "homeless guy" outside of your building is actually works there.
One of the senior managers wears moon boots lined with fur all day long, EVEN IN THE SUMMER.
You boss falls asleep during your interview.
One of your co-workers fashion statement is EXTREMELY SMALL biking jersey. (He don't look like Lance either.)
The "homeless guy" outside of your building is actually works there.
One of the senior managers wears moon boots lined with fur all day long, EVEN IN THE SUMMER.
Friday, July 29, 2005
The Christian Taliban
This is my nickname for my most favorite colleague.
I swear to you he is a 6' 7", monster belt buckle (its a giant BEAR), snake-skin cowboy boot, and tight ass black jeans wearing freak of nature. He LOVES Jesus. He DIPS at work. Okay you say, dips at work, i know people that dip at work -- I WORK IN AN OFFICE. Plus his choice of spit cup which he keeps ON HIS DESK is a 7-11 Special -- the BIG GULP of spittons. DID YOU understand what I just said --- he has a SPIT CUP on his desk. Further, he happens to favor the repositioning of his willie in my presence. Nothing turns tradebabe on like watching a GIANT hulk of a human-being, one whose penis happens to be even with her face, adjust himself at the office. If you aren't completely turned on at this point, there is MORE. He is from TEXAS. If you have ANY Northeastern sensibilities - you immediately understand the horror of this Texas mutant. He has covered his desk with a thin layer of Texas quarters. How do you write if you have a layer of quarters on your desk? Well, this man has managed to do absolutely NOTHING the entire course of his employment at the Asylum so I doubt the quarters are slowing his productivity.
I swear to you he is a 6' 7", monster belt buckle (its a giant BEAR), snake-skin cowboy boot, and tight ass black jeans wearing freak of nature. He LOVES Jesus. He DIPS at work. Okay you say, dips at work, i know people that dip at work -- I WORK IN AN OFFICE. Plus his choice of spit cup which he keeps ON HIS DESK is a 7-11 Special -- the BIG GULP of spittons. DID YOU understand what I just said --- he has a SPIT CUP on his desk. Further, he happens to favor the repositioning of his willie in my presence. Nothing turns tradebabe on like watching a GIANT hulk of a human-being, one whose penis happens to be even with her face, adjust himself at the office. If you aren't completely turned on at this point, there is MORE. He is from TEXAS. If you have ANY Northeastern sensibilities - you immediately understand the horror of this Texas mutant. He has covered his desk with a thin layer of Texas quarters. How do you write if you have a layer of quarters on your desk? Well, this man has managed to do absolutely NOTHING the entire course of his employment at the Asylum so I doubt the quarters are slowing his productivity.
Fat and Angry
Do you work with surly secretaries? Are they over 300 lbs? I think that might be a requirement for the administrative staff at the Asylum. Just my mere presence in the office offends them. Not that I actual ask them to DO anything. I think that the possibility that I might may send them over the edge. I am all for the disenchanted worker, but tradebabe at least pretends to play along with power that be. These mean old ladies don't even make an attempt to play nice. Let me set the scene for you. First off, the secretaries sit BY THE DOOR. Yes, I know that you are already HORRIFIED by the mistreatment they have received. Some JERK at the Asylum has place the secretaries by the DOOR where people come into the office. Well, the secretaries (known as the coven in future references). Well, the coven has decided that the opening of the door makes TOO MUCH NOISE, so if you are so stupid as to actually ENTER your office THROUGH this DOOR - you are totally SCREWED! You will be given the evil eye and a hex will be placed upon you. Instead, tradebabe has been instructed to enter her office through ANOTHER WAY. YES, I CANNOT USE THE DOOR BY MY OFFICE. Wait. Stop. I am not entirely sure that was clear - I CANNOT enter my office through the DOOR to my office suite. So, tradebabe must go down the hall to another office suite and come up one of the back halls in order to get to her office.
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