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I just quoted that E*trade baby in a business email (Read 541 times)

MrH


     

    Oh, and T-shirts.  Every team needs T-shirts.  And a mission statement.  And a charter.  And an executive summary of the mission statement and the charter, so the big guys can see you've done something and nod approvingly.

     

    You forgot the mugs

    The process is the goal.

    Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny


    Imaginary Space Filler

       

      If Sid has two working brain cells, he's thinking the same thing.  Plus he's already got the "chain of command" inroad with Isabelle, so his row will be easier to hoe.  I wouldn't trust Sid if I were you.  He's a sneaky fucker who I don't think is really as dumb as he looks.  I wouldn't put it past him to willfully play "puppet" right up until it comes time to write the report (or whatever it is you people do).  Then his name goes on first, as "leader" and you get included with the "et al."  Hell with that!  Sid's only value is to provide a conduit to Isabelle.  No more "free help" until he sets up a meet.  Once you have a direct line to one of the big boys, then you can marginalize Sid and take all the credit.  By this time next year, you'll be making twice as much with a promotion doing half the work and Sid will be a broken, shell of man trading handjobs for crack in south Boston.

       

      Plus, you're a way faster runner than Sid.  So there's that too.

       

      Oh, and T-shirts.  Every team needs T-shirts.  And a mission statement.  And a charter.  And an executive summary of the mission statement and the charter, so the big guys can see you've done something and nod approvingly.

       <Paris Hilton voice>  that's Hot!  <Paris Hilton voice>

      "Life is short...Running makes it seem longer." - Baron Hansen

       

      "An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises."  ~ Mae West

       

        Alright our virtual team has a leader and a name and we have a meeting planned for Wednesday.  Between now and then I need to figure out how I'm going to work "Shankapotimus" into our strategy statement.


        Prince of Fatness

          You need to work flex the golden pipes in, too.  That's my favorite one.

          There is a long dark road ahead of me.

            Just make sure you don't misspell it as "Skankapotimus", because they may not think that's funny.

             

             


            jules2

              So far so good.  Sid replied with, "Okay, so what should our team name be?"


              So I gave him a funny team name and it appears he's going with it.


              This could work out pretty well for me I now see.  Sid will be the virtual team leader but really he'll be my puppet.  The dynamic here is Sid reports to a guy who reports to Isabelle.  I don't report to any of these people but they all basically out rank me.  They are mostly corporate muckety-mucks and I am field.  But Isabelle draws a lot of water in this town.  For some reason my boss nominated me to be the field representative on this virtual team with all these people to do some high visibility shit and go to work on one of our competitors with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.  Get medieval on their ass.  In general I don't have time for it since I'm field and actually have to do shit like generate revenue but if I can get others to do most of the work and attach my name to it and get some visibility with the higher powers maybe it will be okay.


              Go Sid!

               

              Ok I give up what language is the above in? so far I've tried Polish, Latvian, Cornish and Latin, funnily enough I recognise a lot of the words I just have a problem with the order they are in.
               
              For example "get medieval on their ass" should it be "get medieval up their ass" as I know in medieval times there was a trend towards red hot pokers?

              http://thepsychicinvestigator.moonfruit.com/#/castle-rising-norfolk/4530780645

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              We've Got Big Hills


                For example "get medieval on their ass" should it be "get medieval up their ass"

                 

                Wrong

                I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.

                 

                Poor baby


                Prince of Fatness

                  Heh.  A pair of pliers and a blowtorch.

                  There is a long dark road ahead of me.

                    I'm on the competitive strategy review call right now with with Sid, Isabelle and the rest of the muckety-mucks from the business unit.  Sid just made us all proud--I wish he knew he was the swamp mascot in corporate America.  Isabelle asked him some pointed questions and he handled them like a champ.


                    "Take these broken wings, and learn to fly again..."

                      And by the way, holy shit this call is painful.  How do corporate types do this shit all day?  I bet I could go for a run and be back for the wrap up and nobody would know the difference...this is probably worth a try.


                      A Saucy Wench

                        And by the way, holy shit this call is painful.  How do corporate types do this shit all day?  I bet I could go for a run and be back for the wrap up and nobody would know the difference...this is probably worth a try.

                         Thats what the mute and the treadmill are for. 

                        I have become Death, the destroyer of electronic gadgets

                        "It's not enough to bash in heads, you've got to bash in minds" - Captain Hammer

                        "I don't care how old I live! I just want to be LIVING while I am living - Jack LaLanne.
                        "When I got too tired to run anymore I just pretended I wasnt tired and kept running anyway" - dd, age 7
                        I failed the 12 minute run at 15...BQ'd at 38

                            treadmill. 

                           

                          63º F and sunny.  Call over, buh-bye.

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