Which Kind of Mistake?
Jan. 31st, 2008 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebMy blog buddy totally forgot to blog yesterday, and somehow I never clicked the "post" button on my entry. Until now. Ill winds. But I'm writing again today, so it's okay, right?
My professional life has entered a new phase of begging. I am now begging some people to beg other people to tell them stuff I want to know. Channels.
And someone has made the mistake of including me on a planning committee. It is up to me to decide just what kind of mistake.
We have all been told that we were chosen either because we are loaded up with knowledge and experience or because we are expected to bring a fresh young look to the issues. I guess I'm the former.
I was also told that if only I weren't so nice and helpful and willing to show up to meetings, I might never have been chosen.
But picking me is like picking a burned-out old assembly line worker to help determine the future of the company. What sort of suggestions will I impart?
Something too low-minded - We need to start oiling the conveyor belt. It's annoying. (blank stares) Ahem. What I mean is that oiling the conveyor belt will reduce employee turnover and health insurance costs, saving the company 20% of its employee costs.
Homer Simpson-esque - If we all wore tiaras at the front desk, people coming into the office would smile and feel better about our office. Also, we should hand out free donuts. With burnt orange frosting and little white sprinkles.
Over the top - Create an endowment for the office to fund salaries. To fund it, ask rich people who value thorough record keeping, like accountants and lawyers.
Overly cynical - Keeping salaries low makes people feel they can't afford to retire, so then we don't have to deal with that baby boomer retirement problem.
Pig-headed - Duh, we keep records. For the future: I know! How about let's continue keeping records. And we'll keep trying to make sure they're accurate. And then when new regulations are passed, let's follow them! It's not rocket science here, folks.
Evil - Hire a marketer to create commercials to hypnotize the tax payers into pressuring legislators to do our bidding. Oh, yes, the state will hold bake sales to fund us working from yachts. Mwahahaha!
My professional life has entered a new phase of begging. I am now begging some people to beg other people to tell them stuff I want to know. Channels.
And someone has made the mistake of including me on a planning committee. It is up to me to decide just what kind of mistake.
We have all been told that we were chosen either because we are loaded up with knowledge and experience or because we are expected to bring a fresh young look to the issues. I guess I'm the former.
I was also told that if only I weren't so nice and helpful and willing to show up to meetings, I might never have been chosen.
But picking me is like picking a burned-out old assembly line worker to help determine the future of the company. What sort of suggestions will I impart?
Something too low-minded - We need to start oiling the conveyor belt. It's annoying. (blank stares) Ahem. What I mean is that oiling the conveyor belt will reduce employee turnover and health insurance costs, saving the company 20% of its employee costs.
Homer Simpson-esque - If we all wore tiaras at the front desk, people coming into the office would smile and feel better about our office. Also, we should hand out free donuts. With burnt orange frosting and little white sprinkles.
Over the top - Create an endowment for the office to fund salaries. To fund it, ask rich people who value thorough record keeping, like accountants and lawyers.
Overly cynical - Keeping salaries low makes people feel they can't afford to retire, so then we don't have to deal with that baby boomer retirement problem.
Pig-headed - Duh, we keep records. For the future: I know! How about let's continue keeping records. And we'll keep trying to make sure they're accurate. And then when new regulations are passed, let's follow them! It's not rocket science here, folks.
Evil - Hire a marketer to create commercials to hypnotize the tax payers into pressuring legislators to do our bidding. Oh, yes, the state will hold bake sales to fund us working from yachts. Mwahahaha!
You think your job sucks now...
on 2008-02-01 02:18 am (UTC)(sally)