When I was younger I was an ambitious son of a gun, I’d of sold me old mum for a fiver. I always wanted to work for Microsoft for some unknown reason, and I was lucky enough to for 14 months when I was 20 or so, in a year out from Uni. At the time I loved it, and some of my most endearing and equally frustrating memories where of the tlc’s (three letter acronyms) and buzzwords that flew around the place like bees circling honey. In fact someone had created an internal tlc lookup tool, so if you were in a meeting and someone casually mentioned that you should cc, the vc of the smb through their pam from sms&p you didn’t have to reveal you had no idea what they were talking about, instead you could distract them and slyly look up what the hell they were chatting about. The first month was like learning a new language and by the end, every time I heard someone say “just want to check we’ve got our ducks in a row” or “singing of the same hymnsheet”, I would weep, and I think maybe Jesus wept as well.
These days I’m an unemployed hobo with a beard and the corporate world seems a long way away, and that’s fine, I don’t belong there.
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