April 6, 2008

  • It's been another long week of my sentence at my corporate penitentiary.   The warden and the primates that run this place are hopeless.  Fortunately the week went by in a blur with only 1 minor skirmish on the office politics front.  It's just like Oz, but only more polite.

    I had some reprieve on Friday night and Saturday with my bf.  We didn't do anything spectacular, just spending some quite time together.  He made a lobster dinner on Friday night which was pretty yummy.  He fell asleep last night as I was giving him a back rub.  To me that's the ultimate compliment. 

    Sundays are reserved for chores and catch up on work.  I'm trying to review this document.  It is supposedly written by experts whose native tongue is English.  I am saddened and repulsed by this piece of work.  This 150 page document is not easy to ready.  Paragraphs don't link together.  Sentences are filled with grammatical traps.  I've lost track of run on sentences; I never knew you could have sentences that don't even have a noun and a verb.  I've seen nouns dressed up as verbs (trannies?).  Let me put it this way, if this was sex - it would be akin to having unprotected sex. 

    I'm not an English major nor do I consider myself an expert in grammar and style.  But it's just demoralizing to sit here on a brilliant Sunday and read this piece of c*ap so that there rest of the team has a glimmer of hope of sending this out to a client tomorrow.  So that's what corporate life can be like.  We need to make those numbers!  I've been reduced to a corporate whore. 

    My bf relayed something to me.  A friend's father was doing a tax return for a 30 yr old something who works in some high tech company.  His overall income this year is about half a million dollars.  This is a combination of salary and stock options.  I know it's meaningless and futile to compare.  Afterall, life isn't a d*ck measuring contest.  It just doesn't seem fair - that's all.  If I'm going to be a corporate whore, I just want to be a well paid one. 

Comments (17)

  • Oh Jeez, as an elementary special ed teacher, I am used to decoding completely incoherent papers. My favorite was "Chogolip piss-lick" which meant "I like chocolate pies." Falling asleep during a back rub, that's a very "awwwwwww" moment. :)  

  • Do you just have to read it, or do you have to digest it to explain to others, or edit it into something coherent?

  • @grandmother_K - I have to read it to make sure we aren't promising the world, we are responding properly to the client's request and the mandatory items are included in the document.  When the document is pretty flawed, you can't help but try to edit and recommend changes. 

  • Oh poor you.  Sorry to hear that Matt!  Hope you had a chance to get out and enjoy some of the beautiful weather this weekend.

    RYC - I NEVER eat instant noodles or mac & cheese. ^_^

  • There are still a couple of hours of good sunshine left. Get out and soak that up if you can.

  • @ElusiveWords - I understand now.  Thanks.

    @ElusiveWords - 

  • me too. want a well paid job :)

    i am curious of the sentence that doesn't have a verb nor a noun.

  • I started my new job as a researcher recently. I totally understand how it feels when you have to read sub-standard  documents! This happens even in the academic setting!! I did so much editing to the sentences that I have to remind myself to comment on the contents as well.... 

  • Smile, Matt.

    RYC: Right...of course.  I'll still meet him, but who knows...

  • My writing is not good as well.

    Wow...giving your bf a back rub...I want someone to rub my back as well.

  • You are so nurturing

  • The English language is lost as is the art of writing. I go back to the movie, My Fair Lady. Whey can't the English teach their children how to speak. Well, why can't Americans learn to at least write correctly. I hope they use English in UK but certanly not in the USA. Okay, now I am on a rant to time to stop.
    I would love a back rub!!!! Okay not from a committed man.

  • you are correct; life is not about $$. There is no room in a coffin for it; and besides, it is a poor reflection of who we are and what we did while here. 

  • oh, ryc: it vents the pie.

  • lobster?? wow... its been a while since my last lobster meal...

  • u and me both!

  • I called Edison "ex CEO" because he used to have his own company, but he's quit by now due to the scandal.  Song is by Moby "Dream About Me".

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