humor
Workplace witticisms, job jokes and career quips; who says work can't be a laughing matter?
I'm Writing My Own Story
I was always fascinated by story-telling. Going back to a time when "He-Man..." and "G.I. Joe..." were my go-to childhood appointment viewing opportunities, I think that I somehow inherently sensed that someone had WRITTEN the dialogue/scenes. In fact, it prompted me to turn around and start scribbling out little side-adventures when the REAL adventures had long since gone off the air for the day and I didn't want to pop in the same VHS tape again. (Even in playing with my figures, I would, on technicality, be creating my own adventures for them).
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Journal
The Office Part 2
As I said in Part 1 of this story, the office was the funniest place I ever worked. I do think that some of the shenanigans that went on was the cold call salesforce's way of dealing with the occupational stress that was a constant daily, if not hourly, occurrence.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Journal
The Office Part 1
I sat at my desk on the back wall facing the entrance of the huge open plan room that served as an office for fifteen to twenty cold call tele/field salesmen. Behind me was an enormous mirror which allowed my boss who sat opposite me with his back to the front door to see who was coming in.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Journal
Dumbed Down Advice From Dumb Customer Service Experts
You’d think it would be easy to determine what customers want. Just ask them. Or, watch them behave. There aren’t any other options. If businesses could get actionable and accurate information this simply, we’d have much better customer service, and companies would get a better return of investment. It is WAY more complicated. In this chapter we’re going to look some of the fundamental problems in the quest for understanding customers, and in particular, how we end up creating over-simplified and over-generalized descriptions of what customers do and how they make decision.
By Robert Bacal5 years ago in Journal
What happens when a girl who knows nothing about cars tries to sell one? . Top Story - May 2021.
I woke up Friday morning, two snoozes past my actual alarm, oh how I terribly didn't want to go to work. I just had this feeling that it wasn't going to be a good day. Besides, I hadn't even attempted to look at the briefing that was sent prior. It was a 20-minute video and pages and pages of documents about the new Kia Carnival GUV car that was going to be positioned in the middle of Chermside Shopping Centre, yay.
By Elly-Grace Rinaldis5 years ago in Journal
So I'm a Self-Published Author...
I'm a writer (If I weren't, I'd have figured out what the "Vocal" community is by now and headed for the hills). My obsession with spinning words into universes caused me to seek out a "local"(-ish) school with the vaunted writing program (THE Grand Valley State University. "Currently an alum; ALWAYS a LAKER.")
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Journal
Inside the Head
The set is moving. There are animatronics. No one told me there’d be animatronics. A rabbit with a busted plaster ear eternally chases cabbages, which are inexplicably spinning, spinning. A tiny farmer, armed with a pitchfork ( a real pitchfork, mind you, on a children’s set—madness. ) a farmer futilely tries to defend his garden. One of his arms looks like it was broken and set wrong; it sticks out at a weird angle. There is fake green grass, little white picket fences, a shed with a big ornate garden chair for kids to sit and pose with the Easter Bunny. There are no kids yet. One young guy is manning the fort.
By Keith Merritt5 years ago in Journal
