![]() 02/07/2018 at 10:03 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I told my wife i felt like I needed to bring a beer with me to the office, i didn’t but now I know why.
Edit: fuck beer, send 151
my boss says we need to revise the design for a project. “go get started, I’ll tell you what I want later.”
Update my boss comes over, I need you to do this instead, we need to change ..... his cell phone rings and he walks off while explaining project #2
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“go get started” without guidance.
Translated: Go to Oppo, let the shitposting commence!!!!
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In the beginning was the Plan.
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers.
And they spoke among themselves, saying, “It is a crock of shit, and it stinketh.”
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said, “It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odor thereof.”
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying, “It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it.”
And the Managers went unto the Directors, saying, “It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength.”
And the Directors spoke amongst themselves, saying to one another, “It contains that which aids plant growth, and is very strong.”
And the Directors went unto the Vice Presidents, saying unto them, “It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”
And the Vice Presidents went unto the President, saying unto him, “This new Plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the Company, with powerful effects.”
And the President looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
This is how Shit Happens.
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OPPOsaurus beer at work,
OPPOsaurus work while beer.
Yeah, boss. Wasn’t sure what direction you wanted to go, but I got SOMETHING started
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1/2 gallon, thats over 5 beers, yea thats probably what my work would look like.
During grad school I was building a model of a hotel I was designing. i was running out of time, may have smoked something, also had some absinthe... its mid december, 3a.m. and i’m looking at the xmas tree. I sudden think, those lights are pretty... i should put them in my model. I cut up the tree, scavenged a few 9v batteries and by 6am when my wife got up for work, had an illuminated model.
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I love the “it needs to change” with zero guidance. Okay, lets make it pink and have six bathrooms!
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You should write a book. That sounds like it came from a “good book.”
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Well, I certainly didn’t write it. I first came across that at least 20 years ago.
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Your boss sounds like he has worse ADD than I do.
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He needs to hire someone else. He’s trying todo more than he had time for.
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One of the many reasons I hate cell phones so very much is the way rude motherfuckers are having a discussion with you and you’re right in the middle of a sentence, when their God damned cell phone rings, and then they’re instantly involved this friendly animated conversation with some third party while suddenly you’re talking to no one, to thin air, to your own self, hey stupid useless guy, why are you even standing there?
But you can’t just walk off and go about your business, since as the lowest-rated person in this three-way conversation your duty is to stand around silently and wait for that far more important telephone call to finish. Sometimes this has happened to me several times in a row in the course of a short in-person business conversation.
The next time it happens I’m going to pull out my own cell phone, dial in the motherfucker’s number, and the moment his call ends I’ll hit the “call” button and call him up myself, while I’m standing there four feet away from him and looking him in the face.