Workplace Boredom
There's got to be more to your working day than loafing around the internet, says tfi049113. How do you fill those long, empty desperate hours?
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 12:18)
There's got to be more to your working day than loafing around the internet, says tfi049113. How do you fill those long, empty desperate hours?
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 12:18)
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Buzzword Bingo
I was at a conference a few years ago; one that involved a lot of theory and a lot of theoreticalbullshit terms. Bored, and wanting to be in the pub instead of listening to the latest epistemological/phenomenological/post-processual waffle, I decided to play buzzword bingo, where you keep a tally of all the pretentious terms that have been used. I kept a tally on the back of my conference proceedings, along with a fine selection of doodles and caricatures. I then went to the pub and got drunk.
Two weeks later, when I was back on my native soil and mysteriously missing my conference notes, I received a package from the rather esteemed conference organiser. It contained a handwritten note saying "Dear Dr CHCB, you forgot these, signed: Rather Esteemed Conference Organiser", and the note was paper-clipped to my conference proceedings, which were prominently covered in my scribblings, cartoons, and a tally of pretentious words prominently entitled "Fucking Wanky Jargon Buzzword Bingo".
I will not be passing the time like that again.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:09, 8 replies)
I was at a conference a few years ago; one that involved a lot of theory and a lot of theoretical
Two weeks later, when I was back on my native soil and mysteriously missing my conference notes, I received a package from the rather esteemed conference organiser. It contained a handwritten note saying "Dear Dr CHCB, you forgot these, signed: Rather Esteemed Conference Organiser", and the note was paper-clipped to my conference proceedings, which were prominently covered in my scribblings, cartoons, and a tally of pretentious words prominently entitled "Fucking Wanky Jargon Buzzword Bingo".
I will not be passing the time like that again.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:09, 8 replies)
Gah!
In my experience, the amount of jargon is inversely proportional to the reputation and quality of the speaker. Thus anyone who's esteemed is almost necessarily relatively jargon-free. (I'm drawing a distinction here between technical language and jargon - the former can be admirably clear.)
Thankfully.
On the other hand, I do enjoy the jargonny ones, because I can be quite vicious when it comes to the Q and A.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:12, closed)
In my experience, the amount of jargon is inversely proportional to the reputation and quality of the speaker. Thus anyone who's esteemed is almost necessarily relatively jargon-free. (I'm drawing a distinction here between technical language and jargon - the former can be admirably clear.)
Thankfully.
On the other hand, I do enjoy the jargonny ones, because I can be quite vicious when it comes to the Q and A.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 13:12, closed)
my boss
when asked if we could do something differently said "i will ask that as a question to my boss."
how else do you ask for something?!
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 14:33, closed)
when asked if we could do something differently said "i will ask that as a question to my boss."
how else do you ask for something?!
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 14:33, closed)
I'm really a doctor,
but of the PhD kind. I can play medical doctor if you like? Just remove your trousers.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 15:00, closed)
but of the PhD kind. I can play medical doctor if you like? Just remove your trousers.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 15:00, closed)
tell me about
i've spent all day being told about "straw-man proposals"
seriously, call it a draft.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 19:03, closed)
i've spent all day being told about "straw-man proposals"
seriously, call it a draft.
( , Thu 8 Jan 2009, 19:03, closed)
A tale from one of my former colleagues
from Orange, circa 1999. He'd been forced into some horrendous buzzword-laden management-speak conference and got bored, as you do. He started to doodle.
Although he didn't get your come-uppance (in that the doodles weren't traced to him) he did manage to leave his drawings on the chair when he was gratefully allowed to flee the building.
Of course, I wasn't allowing him to get off that lightly. What had he drawn, I asked.
Apparently, there was a submarine. A desert island. Tower Bridge in London. A woman having sex with a dog. An AK-47 with the word 'Jihad' written underneath. A sheep with an axe through it's neck. And a sketch of one of the visiting speakers, with the words "THIS MAN IS A TOOL" in large, friendly letters.
( , Fri 9 Jan 2009, 17:31, closed)
from Orange, circa 1999. He'd been forced into some horrendous buzzword-laden management-speak conference and got bored, as you do. He started to doodle.
Although he didn't get your come-uppance (in that the doodles weren't traced to him) he did manage to leave his drawings on the chair when he was gratefully allowed to flee the building.
Of course, I wasn't allowing him to get off that lightly. What had he drawn, I asked.
Apparently, there was a submarine. A desert island. Tower Bridge in London. A woman having sex with a dog. An AK-47 with the word 'Jihad' written underneath. A sheep with an axe through it's neck. And a sketch of one of the visiting speakers, with the words "THIS MAN IS A TOOL" in large, friendly letters.
( , Fri 9 Jan 2009, 17:31, closed)
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