May 01, 2003
I was in meetings almost all day at work. I hate meetings.
My brain hurts now. So does my Cracker ass.
Here is a little something you can use for your next meeting. Even better if you can get a few others to play along.
(You can change the words or phrases to fit your particular group!)
1. Before (or during) your next meeting, seminar, or conference call, prepare yourself by drawing a square -- 5"x5" is a good size.
2. Divide the square into columns - five across and five down. That will give you 25 one-inch blocks.
3. Write one of the following words/phrases in each block:
* strategic fit
* core competencies
* best practice
* bottom line
* take that off-line
* out of the loop
* think outside the box
* fast track
* knowledge base
* at the end of the day
* touch base
* client focus(ed)
* game plan
4. Check off the appropriate block when you hear one of those words/phrases.
5. When you get five blocks horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, stand up and shout "BULLSHIT!"
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