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Showing posts with label busy. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Neville Nerd...



So, I rang Neville Nerd – the head high poo-pah doo-dah manager type person who lurks in the big smoke of Sydney. Now, Neville is always too busy and important to speak to me over the phone or via email so when he answers he cuts me short due to his magnificence before I can say anything. This time I cut him off before he could indicate his god-like status to me.  I told Neville there was a problem in the making and explained what. He said ‘I see no problem.’ I said, okay, no worries then. He was quiet for a moment before asking what the problem was. I told him ending with ‘a bullet can be dodged or it can be slammed into someone’s arse.’  That wouldn’t be my arse because I’m just a lowly Office Manager. It would be his – which I would enjoy seeing.

So, Neville said ‘send an email to everyone.’ Now, Neville is particularly anal and needs to see all emails that go out ‘to everyone.’ I said I would write it and send it on to him to do his anal checking. He said ‘I’m too busy to read it.’ Okay, I said in that way that indicates I could write anything in that email while running with scissors. He decided then to dictate an email over the phone. ‘Send that off.’ I did.  Two minutes later he rang and said ‘Why did you send that? It could be misconstrued.’ I pointed out they were his words.   He was quiet and then said ‘do you think people will read it the wrong way?’ I said, I couldn’t say. I nearly said Fucking hell nitwit, it’s nearly knock off time. People could read it upside down while swallowing a knife and patting a croc and I wouldn’t care right now.

He then dicktated…er dictated another one and he said ‘what do you think of that?'I said I would send it. ‘But what to you think?' My response, if you’re happy with it then that’s all that’s required. There was a lot of silence then because I freaked him out, as I wanted to, due to non-committal I’m-just-a-dumb-woman stuff. I may be a nobody in the company but I’m an expert at playing with people’s minds especially in upper management.  Did it get sent? Yep. He ended the call with ‘I’m very busy please don’t ring again.’ Fair enough. I understand that. I had to stop writing at my desk to deal with a boring work problem. We all have crosses to bear.     

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Tin-pot gods...

I have been reading a thread on another blog about this woman who has never published a book yet slams other writers and readers for their books or reading choices – and to top it off she was been given some moderator powers to rule over what comments others make on a book site. Oh, and she writes but from what I gather it’s just for herself to read yet she’s a fantastic writer. Uh-huh. This fits into something I have been thinking about of late. Who are these people who set themselves up as tin-pot gods and why is it they always manage to weasel their way into positions of power without any of us realizing it before it’s too late? I’m thinking it’s because we’re all out living life and achieving real, substantial things and these tin-pot gods slowly manipulate power until we realize that they’re on the scene and we’re stuck with them. Politicians are a good indicator or this or people who run school boards or parent/teacher committees or PayPal.

So why do we let them do it? First up I believe we’re all too busy and they’re not so they use that to crawl up to whatever level of tin-pot goddery they can before we realize and by then they’re entrenched. Think of chewing gum on your shoe. There’s also the theory of the ‘the great man’ in history who comes along and changes/disrupts worlds, not necessarily for good, and we’re stuck with those changes. Essentially tin-pot gods are insidious. How do we fight them? It’s not easy because their usually arse kissers. It has to be on a combined level and that’s we’re the problem lies – we’re all too busy….it’s a vicious circle.

* Tin-pot god – lacking real substance. Think about those schlock
1950’s movies where villages in the jungle would worship a old battered tin pot because they had never seen one before so it must be good.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Blue arsed fly…


Lordy, when the universe decides to act it does it all at once don’t it? Busy, frigging busy. I’m running around like a blue arsed fly at the moment playing catch up with life.

*like a blue-arsed fly - in a frenzied manner; erratically.

Or any of these…

*like a cut snake - in an extremely active, busy manner.

*like a one-armed taxi-driver with crabs - a very busy person

http://www.thesharkdoctor.com/aussielingolessons.html


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