chi.mer.i.cal | 1. created by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; highly improbable
2. given to unrealistic fantasies; fanciful
cog.i.ta.tions |
1. thoughtful considerations; meditations
2. serious thoughts, carefully considered reflections
i have come out of retirement to create a special blog entry as a celebration of the idiocy that i somehow find myself surrounded with. be warned that this shall be a very churlish entry, as i am currently unenamoured with people and life in general.
i drove halfway across singapore, parked leagues away in the nearest available parking lots, and suffered through security checks to get to a meeting this morning. en route, i was pondering the wording used by the chair-idiot in his email. according to him, we would be holding a 'working meeting'.
now, i am fairly new to the organisation i work in. and perhaps the phrase 'working meeting' is common beaureau-idiotic parlance. but, and perhaps i sound like the idiot here, what the hell is a 'working meeting'? after running several possibilities through my head, i settled on a definition of a working meeting as opposed to a spoilt meeting - a meeting where everything ran efficiently and efficaciously. never had one of those yet, i thought.
that foolish notion was soon dispelled, as the meeting never even materialised - no one turned up. to be fair, they all turned up somewhere else. just that nobody bothered to tell me.
on the way back to the office, i was listening to (anything-but-)perfect 10. in an attempt to get rid of tickets to some stupid event they were hosting, they held a quiz and were exhorting people to call in for the opportunity to answer stupid questions. it went like this, and i swear i'm not making this up :
and after the quiz was over,
in their world, maybe. note that there were actually 2 djs, so the level of idiocy involved is actually doubled. i shall be charitable and add that about 5 minutes later, presumably after their brains had finished processing the information, one of them came back on air to deduct points from the caller. the reason being that she had gotten the cpf question only half-correct.
all that before i even got to work. the day didn't get better.
i drove halfway across singapore, parked leagues away in the nearest available parking lots, and suffered through security checks to get to a meeting this morning. en route, i was pondering the wording used by the chair-idiot in his email. according to him, we would be holding a 'working meeting'.
now, i am fairly new to the organisation i work in. and perhaps the phrase 'working meeting' is common beaureau-idiotic parlance. but, and perhaps i sound like the idiot here, what the hell is a 'working meeting'? after running several possibilities through my head, i settled on a definition of a working meeting as opposed to a spoilt meeting - a meeting where everything ran efficiently and efficaciously. never had one of those yet, i thought.
that foolish notion was soon dispelled, as the meeting never even materialised - no one turned up. to be fair, they all turned up somewhere else. just that nobody bothered to tell me.
on the way back to the office, i was listening to (anything-but-)perfect 10. in an attempt to get rid of tickets to some stupid event they were hosting, they held a quiz and were exhorting people to call in for the opportunity to answer stupid questions. it went like this, and i swear i'm not making this up :
idiot #1dj : "what does cpf stand for?"
10 second pauseidiot #2caller : "central provisional fund."idiot #1dj : "that's correct! next question, what continent is west of europe?"
20 second pauseidiot #2caller : "pass."
and after the quiz was over,
idiot #1dj : "the right answer for the continent west of europe is africa."
in their world, maybe. note that there were actually 2 djs, so the level of idiocy involved is actually doubled. i shall be charitable and add that about 5 minutes later, presumably after their brains had finished processing the information, one of them came back on air to deduct points from the caller. the reason being that she had gotten the cpf question only half-correct.
all that before i even got to work. the day didn't get better.
Must commend you on your rather clever interpretation of "working" meeting.
On the issue of stupid questions and stupid replies to radio station games, you might want to read about my similar experience here : http://www.musings.per.sg/2005/09/247