Death be not proud, though some have called thee
mighty and dreadful, for thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and the desperate scribblings of gathered men.
Take minutes? More like rob minutes. The trick is to be very bad at it, and keep interjecting with “how do you spell that” during the meeting and write veeeeery slowly with your tongue sticking out (only do this if it is not the norm otherwise the impact gets lost). Alternatively, you can write it like a screenplay – complete with setting the scene: “The mood in the room was boisterous. Tim nodded enthusiastically before shouting gleefully: “I second that!” etc.
you can always make minutes entertaining by inserting a totally random sentence every other paragraph…
might make them sit up and wonder where they were when that was said?!
Kyk once again your erudition leaves me speechless so I won’t say nuthin’ except maybe I AM so inept at taking minutes (it takes skill but go reeely slowly and attribute all the important comments to the tealady) that they only asked me to do it once.
Why do they call them minutes when they last for millenia?
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…and what if you said, “No?”
Or is that tomorrow’s story? 😉
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that minion in the hard hat? he looks plumb out of empathy
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I think that today I would quite like to find a quiet corner, curl up into the foetal position, and just be one with my misery.
But I have a pitch presentation to prepare.
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dolce: Corporate irony.
peas: No.
nursemyra: Hardly surprising. It was his turn last time.
sarah: Ah, Anguish Yoga. I can relate.
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Anguish Yoga. I like that.
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
mighty and dreadful, for thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and the desperate scribblings of gathered men.
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sarah: I have a beginners class starting on Thursday.
revo: Most apt! Nicely Donne.
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kyk, do you do online seminars?
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if i had to take minutes on paper the size of blueprints, i’d be sharpening the boxcutter and pondering the futility of it all…
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sarah: No, but I do a killer rendition of “Just a Gigolo”
daisyfae: We are the Borg.
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Take minutes? More like rob minutes. The trick is to be very bad at it, and keep interjecting with “how do you spell that” during the meeting and write veeeeery slowly with your tongue sticking out (only do this if it is not the norm otherwise the impact gets lost). Alternatively, you can write it like a screenplay – complete with setting the scene: “The mood in the room was boisterous. Tim nodded enthusiastically before shouting gleefully: “I second that!” etc.
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Death is preferable to sitting in some meetings.
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Of course, you could always play Bullshit Bingo – that should liven up just about any meeting 😉
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LOL Love this one, I despise taking minutes of a meeting
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Hey, at least you don’t have to “cleeeaaan the cappuccino machine” or scrub the toilet bowl. That’s gotta count for something, right?
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anicker – simply brilliant! taking the art of being ‘strategically inept’ to an entirely new level!
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anicker: “…only do this if…” was was worth the price of admission alone. Please send me your CV.
uncle keith: Just so. I suppose that’s one thing to be grateful about: I no longer fear death.
parenthesis: True, but it’s hardly a challenge anymore.
martijn: C’mon, who doesn’t love taking minutes? It’s the only thing that gets me up in the morning.
anne: You have a cappuchino machine? Holy haemorrhaging Heysoos on a halibut! Life is so unfair.
daisyfae: Anicker is a veritable corporate Yoda.
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you can always make minutes entertaining by inserting a totally random sentence every other paragraph…
might make them sit up and wonder where they were when that was said?!
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Holy haemorrhaging Heysoos on a halibut and you are once again, the master of recreational blasphemy. i bow down…
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angel: I do that as a matter of course. Nobody seems to have noticed.
daisyfae: It used to be “in a handbag”, but I like to mix it up a bit.
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Kyk once again your erudition leaves me speechless so I won’t say nuthin’ except maybe I AM so inept at taking minutes (it takes skill but go reeely slowly and attribute all the important comments to the tealady) that they only asked me to do it once.
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charmskool: I am my own worst enemy.
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