2004.11.03 Chatting At Work

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So, we were chatting at work today...


Bubbles: here is one of the questions for my assignment due this week:

In management contexts, the term conflict is often used loosely to embrace any disagreement or contrasting views of facts or circumstances, any competition or divergence. Think of an example of true incompatibility in a work situation and suggest a suitable course of action for the responsible manager.

any ideas?


C²: Where I want to kill everyone, and they keep running away.


Princess: Possible solution, set traps.


Princess: I recommend donuts as bait.


Princess: Maybe I had the wrong perspective there I guess that would be a solution for Clayton but not a very good one for everyone else....so for the manager of the department...ummm installing an electrodes on the fingers of Clayton's co-workers that would allow him to deliver a shock for all stupid questions thus relieving his stress plus training people not to ask stupid questions which would be for the good of all :).


C²: I'd rather just have some sort of remotely-activated restraining mechanism. They ask the stupid question, and when I read/hear it, I trigger the restraints and then walk over to where they are with my cricket bat.

[artist's conception:]

MORON: Uh oh. My eyes are drying out again. How do I fix that? Oh yeah - blink.

[MORON blinks]

MORON: Ahhh. That's better. Now, what's this I'm looking at? Some sort of glowing box thingy. I'd better ask someone what to do with it.

[MORON picks up phone and dials randomly]

C²: [pause]...Clayton here.

MORON: Hi. This is MORON, over in another cubicle. I have a problem. Can you fix it?

C²: [vague sound of teeth grinding]...What sort of problem is it?

MORON: A tek-nickel one. I think my doohicky is on the blink.

C²: [sigh]...Does it have anything to do with Application Engineering?

MORON: Maybe!

C²: I see. Are you calling from your desk?

MORON: Ummm... I think it's mine. If not, then some bastard has pictures of my wife and kids on his desk!

[remotely-activated restraining mechanism springs out and snares MORON] CLANG!!!

MORON: Hey! What the? That's going to make it difficult to go to the bathroom. Gee, someone sounds really excited. All that screaming, and running. And it's getting louder. Do I know that bald guy?

Cricket bat: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! THUD! THUD THUD THUD THUD... prod prod

C²: ...mutter mutter mutter...