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February 19, 2008

I had an impromptu meeting with my immediate boss. The reason for the meeting was as a result of a “Professional Development” seminar which I attended with him the previous evening…

He asked me my opinion on the night’s proceedings. Big mistake…

So I let fly… even bigger mistake…

I told him that quite simply… I thought it was a useless load of twaddle that was designed to provide just enough vague information to convince the poor schmucks seated around us to sign on for further workshops…

I then commented about the presenter’s propensity for adopting useless flowcharts and modeling systems to try to illustrate the theoretical and impractical intangibleness of his ramblings…

Loop

I had anticipated that my colleague would be in agreement with me… but instead he sat in silence for a moment… and asked if I was “against” modeling of that nature?

I replied by saying that I was against people espousing useless theory… when it is clear that they have no concept of the real world implications of what they are saying…

What do they say? Those that can… do. Those that can’t… teach?

And this bozo couldn’t teach an emo to be angsty…

So my colleague asks, “Do you mind if I show you something?”

I watch on with a growing mixture of revulsion and dread… as he grabs a memory stick out of his briefcase… and proceeds to try to get it started on his laptop…

Fortunately for me… the drive wasn’t mapped to read it…

So he quickly buzzes our IT guy… who comes into the room… and I am shaking my head at him with pleading eyes… which were screaming “Don’t fix… for the love of God… don’t fix!!!”…

My IT guy gives me a quick wink… fixes the mapping problem… smirks… and meanders back out of the room… (I later bailed him up on it… and he simply explained that as long as my boss was in the room with me… he couldn’t bother the rest of them…).

I was considered collateral damage!

So he shows me the contents of his memory stick… and it is literally like a family photo album of his favourite flowcharts and models of various business and management theory… ranging from “boosting staff morale without their knowledge” (ironic… I know…)… negotiating the “management maze” through successful delegation… strategic vs operational interconnecting spectrums…

I thought I’d died and gone to hell… been killed again… and then been sent to hell’s hell…

And he seriously starts flicking through it and asking me… “What do you think of this one? And what about this one?”… all the while gazing intently at me… and subtly nodding in eager anticipation…

I calmly surmised that the only way I was going to get out of this… was to lie… lie well… and lie quickly…

So I said… “Oh… no… what I meant was that I didn’t like the “presenter’s” models…”

“Yours… however… are a delight… and I find them highly poignant… colourful… and compelling…”

Which gave me a small window of opportunity… for when he sat back… with a half smile… and closed his eyes…

I bolted…

Anyway… I had a feeling he was going to need a few minutes to himself… but only a few minutes… if you know what I mean…

Wanker…

Actually… this is about the extent of “flowcharting” I can handle:

Hammer Time?

Hammer Time?

Definitely Hammer Time

Definitely Hammertime…



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February 5, 2008

On a whim, I decided to head down to Melbourne for the opening weekend of the Aussie Millions Poker Series at Crown Casino… ostensibly to have a stab at the first event which started on the coming Saturday… but mostly to catch up with some good friends I knew were going to be in town…

I of course only made the decision on the Thursday night leading up to the weekend. As a result, booking flights for the next day turned out to be more of a hassle than I had envisaged with a tilt-inducing usurper snatching the last seat on my preferred flight whilst I was in the middle of booking it. Online flight bookings are a sick rigged joke.

In the end I had to book a Jetstar flight from Brisbane into Avalon Airport instead of Melbourne Tullamarine. For the uninitiated, Avalon is a small coastal airport between Geelong and Melbourne. And for those considering visiting, Avalon has a lingering odour akin to that of a *returning* fishing trawler. It is important to note the subtle distinction.

But I digress. I finally secure my flights and turn up the next day to Brisbane Airport ready to depart and am greeted at the check-in counter by an adorably cute Jetstar employee… who offers me a free upgrade to a seat in the front row emergency exit aisle… with extra leg room.

Let’s set aside the fact that she is paid to be nice to me… and just agree that she dug me…

But then Dreamgirl gave me the bad news. The plane I was to be departing on was in a holding pattern over the Gold Coast as a result of a backlog of arrivals waiting out the storms in South East Queensland and Northern New South Wales…

Dreamgirl told me my flight was to be delayed for at least half an hour… and likely more…

After chatting for several more minutes about the weather and other poignant topics… I realised that Dreamgirl was actually unlikely to be joining me for a coffee… what with the 500 passenger backlog piling up behind me at the check-in counter… so I begrudgingly trudged up to the departure lounge with the other disgruntled masses…

With the numerous delayed arrivals… the Arrival/Departure Lounge was jammed to the rafters… so I sat down at one of the 5 Star (out of a hundred) cafés that littered the Departure Lounge… and grabbed a tepid coffee and newspaper… (to be fair only the coffee was tepid… the newspaper was room temperature).

After several “further delay” announcements… I head to the bathroom to expel some tepidity of my own…

To my disgust… as I am washing my hands… two gentleman (or rather slovenly, unhygienic f*ckpigs) that I had been quietly urinating alongside just seconds ago… walked straight out of the door behind me without washing their hands. Man that gets my goat… indeed… almost as much as goat poachers…

So I go to leave… and not wanting to negate my own hand washing discipline by handling a door handle now clearly littered with random urine samples… I lean to open the door with my elbow… which coincides of course with the entry of the next patron to the bathroom… who promptly whacks the door into my funny bone… humerus indeed…

He apologises… and proceeds to touch me a little more than a man should touch another man… even one he does know… but especially one he doesn’t know… and especially not in an airport bathroom… so I dust myself off… thank him for his help and bluster back out to the Departure Lounge… only to be greeted by the sound of an additional 20 minute delay…

By this stage… I’m so tilted I’m willing to risk stealing a plane and flying it to Melbourne myself. Sure… I’ve never actually flown a plane… but I’ve always been a proponent of “learn by doing”…

However, my mastermind plan doesn’t get to eventuate, because finally… after over an hour of delays… we board the plane… and I take my seat in the front row…

Fortunately… I am seated right opposite another one of Jetstar’s finest… a delightful hostess named Liz… who is perhaps about as cute, sweet and lovely as a person can be…

Unfortunately… in the aisle seat opposite me… is an overweight hillbilly type… who is perhaps about as rude, sexist and obnoxious as a person can be…

He reminded me a bit of this guy:

Redneck

Surprisingly… he and I weren’t destined to get along… I know! Who knew?

With storms abounding… and the high associated risk of turbulence… the flight crew were stuck in their seats for the first 45 minutes of the flight…

So I get to talking with Liz… she’s had a looooong day… but is surprisingly cheerful considering…

Now as you’re probably aware… the flight crew usually only sit for a few minutes upon take off and landing… however after a day of storms… they’d had to do a lot of sitting all day… and Liz’s back was getting sore… and she was shifting in her seat…

As it turns out… the fold down seats that the crew buckle into for take off and landing aren’t designed with long-term comfort in mind…

I begin to comment with my usual witty repartee about the lack of forethought by the aircraft designers… but am interrupted by the Redneck who pipes up with:

“You’re welcome to come sit over here”… and pats his lap…

I know… classy stuff…

So I continue to make idle chitchat and mention the fact that it must be awkward having to face backwards… with all 200 other passengers staring forward at her…

“The view’s pretty good from here”, quoth the Redneck…

Liz goes on to explain that the whole delay thing meant that they were going to finish several hours late for their final return flight back to Brisbane…

“You can always stay with me in Geelong”, inserts the Redneck…

Liz calmly ignores Hillybilly Bob and asks me what I’m doing in Melbourne… and I mention that I’m coming to play poker…

“Poker… did you say you wanted to poke her? Jump in line mate!”, spouted the Redneck…

Now at this point, this guy is so over-the-top sleazy that I half expect a candid camera crew to jump out and yell “Punk’d”… at least it would give me a chance to slap the smarmy look off Ashton Kutcher’s face… or Nooky Anu (”New Keanu”) as I like to call him…

Anyway… all the while poor Liz is trying to be polite… but is obviously becoming more and more uncomfortable with the tone of his attention…

So I turned to him and said “It would take more than a bottle of tequila and a handful of roofies for you to be able to poke her… you fat inbred bastard!”

In fact… I said no such thing… but I did think it really, really hard… and besides… I couldn’t think of a better way to end this story…



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February 1, 2008

The company I work for follows IFRS… or International Financial Reporting Standards…

As a result, we are forever justifying our existence to our auditors… a chartered accounting firm… who are *extremely* persnickety when it comes to accounting for every cent that passes through the place…

I have to say I have mixed feelings about their input… they are brilliant at what they do… and I understand the big picture requirement to have auditors to ensure openness and transparency of our operations… and in order to justify our existence with the tax office… but it does frustrate me when we spend hours tracking ridiculously small sums of money… considering the hourly rate our auditors charge…

As it happens… we were bombarded this week by a crew of five auditors… intent on keeping us honest…

When they walked in… I commented to our Accounts Manager that the “Hemmorhoids” had just walked in…

He thought for a moment… and then asked if I called them that because they were a pain in the ass?

And I replied “No… it’s because they’re an anal bunch”…

He then laughed so hard… and so genuinely… that for just a tiny moment… he almost seemed human…



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