Goblin Gossip and four free days
04/08/2004 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaYessss. Today was the first day of return to Goblin Servitude. At 8.30 this morning to be precise. Iz was not amused as she had gotten rather used to her Wednesday morning snoozies. Well - turns out - was not deprived after all.
This unit used to be run by a very quirky and cute Dutch guy (and suspiciously left wing too - he wickedly described the invasion of Iraq as a 'clearance of obsolescent stock' by Lockheed, McDonald Douglas and the other usual suspects)
Now two bright young Chinese things have taken over - puffed up pompous popinjays would be a good description of them.
It is most peculiar indeed - their first semester taking over this topic apparently resulted in ridiculously high failure rates. The rumours are rife about about their utter evilness - especially when they go to the bother of welcoming not just the new students but all the old ones from last semester (who obviously failed the unit)
So Iz was most suspicious indeed. Apparently the lots and lots of beans - lots of number crunching and stuff accompanied by a soft lilting sort of Dutch accent (yes - it is rare but not totally impossible) has now been replaced by a pile of pompous crap that looks like straight out of rats and stats Psychology 101 accompanied by an utterly irritating staccato Chinese accent (up there in Izzies' books with techno and rap crap for turning the Iz into a psycho homicidal maniac)
Well - that was our dearest Dr Lee - her partner in crime Kenneth Ke - is much softer and quietly spoken almost like the Dutch guy but has almost a manic grin (I'm going to fail all you incompetent idiots and relish every damn minute of it)
Oh there is truly nothing like a bunch of young recently graduated bean counting students let loose amongst the unit outlines to create the subject from hell.
At first dearest Dr Lee talked a load of crap about planning, strategy and corporate culture - but when she pulled out the Maslow Hierarchy of Needs overhead Iz thinks - oh
what Management 101 crock of shit is this? Give us a break - they'll be inflicting Freudian psychoanalysis on us next.
What was really so sad that the whole thing was summed up so perfectly in an article posted by the Coctysian Cat about how to attract Hackers to your workplace - it said it all - so much more simply and understandably than all this management motivational mumbojumbo that beyond a certain basic level (where Izzie is lurking) there is more to job satisfaction than the size of the pay packet.
At that stage, having gotten bored of squiggling serpents all over the note margins, it was time to take out the little green book and spend the rest of the lecture on a rather nasty running commentary about this utterly pathetic performance. If the poor dears had any idea just what nuggets of nastiness the Izzie was squiggling....
Well - at least looking on the bright side - Iz has nothing but utter contempt for such twaddle - especially stupid flow charts showing the managerial hierarchies of organizations (Haven't these idiots ever learned that the map is not the territory?) but it is infinitely easier than countless calculations and unlike REAL accounting - if you can't baffle them with brilliance - you can always bamboozle them with bullshit.
So the essence of this insufferable twaddle seems to be that they don't want to teach us about doing the numbers which countless computer packages can do but rather how when you have made some accounting decision, how to implement it within the organization and get everyone on board (preferably by persuasion but by force if necessary)This unit is not called 'Managerial Control 301' for nothing!
So isn't Iz then ever so delighted to turn up to St Salazar's for her Wednesday evening shift to find some new notice from dearest Dolores up on the board concerning the recent changes to rostered shifts and stuff. Dr Lee would have been ever so proud of her. Ickle Iz almost pissed herself laughing - this is the ultimate in Buzzword Bingo.
Like Fox News - the term 'fair and balanced' seems to have taken on a rather flexible meaning indeed.
Izzie is at the nasty netcafe at present and therefore PAYING for internet access. But tomorrow night we will post up this paragon of productivity memos in all its glory.
But the long and the short of it - this new reviewed roster - developed in consultation and benchmarking with quality industry providers etc etc means that ickle Iz is going to have to start preening her Stepford skills as she will soon have less money and more time than she knows what to do with. Gone down from 56 hours per fortnight to the princely sum of 42.5! Will be interesting to see if the trend continues in the lastest instalment. It's mainly the evening shifts that have been 'reviewed' beyond recognition with the result that folks like Iz and the Prince of Darkness have lost the most hours. They have given him a Friday evening to make up for it but he is not amused. He normally works 9 days a fortnight and has Fridays and Saturdays off and every second Sunday. Now he is the usual four days off but has been given 3 in one week and one in another and one of these not being his usual Friday. As he says - I can play in my band and have fun and get 4 times as much as working here for the night plus lots of free beer so why would I give that up to work a pissy 5.5 hours instead dealing with grumpy grannies.
It looks like he will definitely be leaving.
Looks like Iz will also have to get back into her old bad habit of drawing up a budget and sticking to it. Ages ago Iz requested this Sunday off to go to the Min of Fin open day where they try to attract new victims with all sorts of fun things like demonstrations of science stuff (The Department of Destruction where they demolished concrete slabs under pressure was particularly intriguing last year) sausage sizzles and stupid rats and stats psychology student strutting their stuff and the usual spin from the School of Business always makes for an entertaining afternoon (plus the free online access for present students)
Iz never asked but also got the Saturday off too so that means that as well as the usual Thursdays and Fridays, Iz has a whole four days away from Dolores and her minions.
Did intend to mention the 90th anniversary of the beginning of World War 1 but looks like that will have to wait for another day. But Iz will never forget the fields of poppies in Belgium and Northern France and how just pathetic and pointless the whole thing seemed after all those years. Much strutting, sound and fury - all signifying nothing. Seems that people are programmed in spite of the so called veneer of civilization to occasionally indulge in the odd frenzy of human sacrifice. Strange creatures indeed.
This unit used to be run by a very quirky and cute Dutch guy (and suspiciously left wing too - he wickedly described the invasion of Iraq as a 'clearance of obsolescent stock' by Lockheed, McDonald Douglas and the other usual suspects)
Now two bright young Chinese things have taken over - puffed up pompous popinjays would be a good description of them.
It is most peculiar indeed - their first semester taking over this topic apparently resulted in ridiculously high failure rates. The rumours are rife about about their utter evilness - especially when they go to the bother of welcoming not just the new students but all the old ones from last semester (who obviously failed the unit)
So Iz was most suspicious indeed. Apparently the lots and lots of beans - lots of number crunching and stuff accompanied by a soft lilting sort of Dutch accent (yes - it is rare but not totally impossible) has now been replaced by a pile of pompous crap that looks like straight out of rats and stats Psychology 101 accompanied by an utterly irritating staccato Chinese accent (up there in Izzies' books with techno and rap crap for turning the Iz into a psycho homicidal maniac)
Well - that was our dearest Dr Lee - her partner in crime Kenneth Ke - is much softer and quietly spoken almost like the Dutch guy but has almost a manic grin (I'm going to fail all you incompetent idiots and relish every damn minute of it)
Oh there is truly nothing like a bunch of young recently graduated bean counting students let loose amongst the unit outlines to create the subject from hell.
At first dearest Dr Lee talked a load of crap about planning, strategy and corporate culture - but when she pulled out the Maslow Hierarchy of Needs overhead Iz thinks - oh
what Management 101 crock of shit is this? Give us a break - they'll be inflicting Freudian psychoanalysis on us next.
What was really so sad that the whole thing was summed up so perfectly in an article posted by the Coctysian Cat about how to attract Hackers to your workplace - it said it all - so much more simply and understandably than all this management motivational mumbojumbo that beyond a certain basic level (where Izzie is lurking) there is more to job satisfaction than the size of the pay packet.
At that stage, having gotten bored of squiggling serpents all over the note margins, it was time to take out the little green book and spend the rest of the lecture on a rather nasty running commentary about this utterly pathetic performance. If the poor dears had any idea just what nuggets of nastiness the Izzie was squiggling....
Well - at least looking on the bright side - Iz has nothing but utter contempt for such twaddle - especially stupid flow charts showing the managerial hierarchies of organizations (Haven't these idiots ever learned that the map is not the territory?) but it is infinitely easier than countless calculations and unlike REAL accounting - if you can't baffle them with brilliance - you can always bamboozle them with bullshit.
So the essence of this insufferable twaddle seems to be that they don't want to teach us about doing the numbers which countless computer packages can do but rather how when you have made some accounting decision, how to implement it within the organization and get everyone on board (preferably by persuasion but by force if necessary)This unit is not called 'Managerial Control 301' for nothing!
So isn't Iz then ever so delighted to turn up to St Salazar's for her Wednesday evening shift to find some new notice from dearest Dolores up on the board concerning the recent changes to rostered shifts and stuff. Dr Lee would have been ever so proud of her. Ickle Iz almost pissed herself laughing - this is the ultimate in Buzzword Bingo.
Like Fox News - the term 'fair and balanced' seems to have taken on a rather flexible meaning indeed.
Izzie is at the nasty netcafe at present and therefore PAYING for internet access. But tomorrow night we will post up this paragon of productivity memos in all its glory.
But the long and the short of it - this new reviewed roster - developed in consultation and benchmarking with quality industry providers etc etc means that ickle Iz is going to have to start preening her Stepford skills as she will soon have less money and more time than she knows what to do with. Gone down from 56 hours per fortnight to the princely sum of 42.5! Will be interesting to see if the trend continues in the lastest instalment. It's mainly the evening shifts that have been 'reviewed' beyond recognition with the result that folks like Iz and the Prince of Darkness have lost the most hours. They have given him a Friday evening to make up for it but he is not amused. He normally works 9 days a fortnight and has Fridays and Saturdays off and every second Sunday. Now he is the usual four days off but has been given 3 in one week and one in another and one of these not being his usual Friday. As he says - I can play in my band and have fun and get 4 times as much as working here for the night plus lots of free beer so why would I give that up to work a pissy 5.5 hours instead dealing with grumpy grannies.
It looks like he will definitely be leaving.
Looks like Iz will also have to get back into her old bad habit of drawing up a budget and sticking to it. Ages ago Iz requested this Sunday off to go to the Min of Fin open day where they try to attract new victims with all sorts of fun things like demonstrations of science stuff (The Department of Destruction where they demolished concrete slabs under pressure was particularly intriguing last year) sausage sizzles and stupid rats and stats psychology student strutting their stuff and the usual spin from the School of Business always makes for an entertaining afternoon (plus the free online access for present students)
Iz never asked but also got the Saturday off too so that means that as well as the usual Thursdays and Fridays, Iz has a whole four days away from Dolores and her minions.
Did intend to mention the 90th anniversary of the beginning of World War 1 but looks like that will have to wait for another day. But Iz will never forget the fields of poppies in Belgium and Northern France and how just pathetic and pointless the whole thing seemed after all those years. Much strutting, sound and fury - all signifying nothing. Seems that people are programmed in spite of the so called veneer of civilization to occasionally indulge in the odd frenzy of human sacrifice. Strange creatures indeed.
