I was sitting in a manager-led meeting onsite at the client a while back and felt the urge to capture for posterity just how inane this fucking meeting was. So I whipped out my cellphone and surreptitiously started a voice recording. I transcribed the recording in its full glory for your viewing pleasure. (Some context: the team was moving to a different yet-to-be-finished workspace in the client building):
“Um, yea and I was just down there this morning and like it really doesn’t look all that much different than when we walked around down there a few weeks ago, so I think they’ve got a lot to do…today and tomorrow. Because there’s just crud kinda all over the place. And it’s just not….it doesn’t really look….every time I go down there it doesn’t look that much different…..but they have installed worklights underneath the um…underneath like the file dealies and they fixed the blower noise and I dunno all what else but um…..that’s that. So move in next week…we’ll be down there.”
I only have one thing to say to this manager: thanks for wasting my fucking time.
P.S., Yes, the word “dealie” really was used.