Marketing cock gets owned.
For those that hate meaningless management speak as much as I do.

Stuck in a blood-stoppingly dull strategy meeting a couple of months ago, when the following exchange partially restored my faith in humanity.

The meeting is being chaired by a marketing director who is, for want of a better word, an arse. An overweight, self-regarding, bullying, obnoxious cocksmudge of a man, whose hobbies can be listed as eating, bellowing his every thought through his flapping cakehole for the benefit of all mankind, and belittling people for his own grubby amusement.

We're watching a resource presentation by a young, nervous guy, when it becomes apparent that the figures in one of his slides don't add up. Sniffing an opportunity to stick the boot into a subordinate, Stubcock loudly proclaims "37% plus 41% plus 32% equals 110%. Where the fuck did you go to school?"

Nervous Guy stammers an apology and the meeting continues. Minutes later, we're wrapping up and Jabba rounds on Nervous Guy for one last time. "Please could you share with us how you're planning to message that to the client?"

Without missing a beat, Nervous Guy replies "Message is a noun. Where the fuck did you go to school?"
(Monkey Tennis isn't Spartacus, Sun 11 Apr 2010, 3:24, 3 replies)

Classy.
I would've paid to be there.
(shinypurplebit booked his tickets (yay) on, Sun 11 Apr 2010, 7:17, closed)

same vein
I saw someone erupt in a meeting with "impact! Impact is a sodding noun"
(pounana Slept well, and dreamed of large women, on, Sun 11 Apr 2010, 8:33, closed)

?
Isn't it a noun and a verb?

/scientistBlog
(Shippy likes linebreaks and doesn't care what you think, Sun 11 Apr 2010, 12:20, closed)