"That'd be great . . ."
Oct. 25th, 2005 11:36 am. . . .If I never heard this particular phrase uttered again as long as I live. It seems to conclude every request and observation that anyone makes around here and seems to have its origin within the special events department; and just weighs heavily on the ears over time. Among other office-wide mutterings E, who is often enthusiastically engaged in a monologue with self, seems to have everybody talking to themselves now. Thank Dog I have a online journal to ramble inanely to myself in. Otherwise, I work in a subtle fog of push-button phrases that pass for communication.
Language is a virus!
Language is a virus!
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Date: 2005-10-25 05:00 pm (UTC)note to self: No more viewing pop culture while on drugs!
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Date: 2005-10-25 05:28 pm (UTC)"Sales Culture", "Branding" and "Signage".
When exactly did we stop speaking in normal english in the office, and instead adpoted this jargon and catch phrase riddled new-speak?
It reminds me of why I tend to stay away from most organized religion.
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Date: 2005-10-25 07:02 pm (UTC)"it's better to extend the belly than to leave anything for the proprietor"
(i forget the german phrase, but my director is german so she quoted in german).
And another thing -- did I even ask for the diner for my birthday? Hrmph. Granted, it's worth it just to see my director called "sweetie", "hon", and "dear" by the waitress ten times in one order.
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Date: 2005-10-25 07:54 pm (UTC)