For those of you who enjoyed reading about Pluto being fired, you’ll enjoy reading about an attempt to hire a new number 2 guy for Al Qaeda. Here’s a snippet: HUMAN RESOURCES: Congratulations! We’re promoting you to the Number Two spot! ACHMED: Number two? But what about —
Did you know A Chorus Line was based on the lives of real chorus line dancers? I had no idea. Of course, I’ve never seen it, although my junior high choir did sing “What I Did for Love,” which, in retrospect, probably shouldn’t be sung by 13 year
A while back, a Pie Eater asked a question on when to speak to a manager. I advised our pie eating friend that a manager would want to know about goofy employees who didn’t behave properly with whipped cream. I’m so pleased that Miss Manners agrees with me.
Cedars-Sinai Medical Center had a problem with doctors not washing their hands as often as they should. Apparently, this is a problem in many hospitals. But they fixed the problem. Not with implementing punishments and dinging people’s performance ratings. (Wouldn’t have mattered anyway–the doctors don’t work for the
Newsweek has a civics quiz posted. The context is that people don’t learn civics in college. So, go take it and see if you are a genius. I missed one question. Oopsie! And I went to a University that required Western Civilization and American History courses. Oh yeah,
Sure, we all do. Bonus points for you if you just thought of Sally Struthers. But, seriously, we do all want to make more money. And since most of us would like to do so legally, I’m grateful for this Yahoo Finance article, Ten Ways to Get the
Businesses make rules for a reason. Sometimes those reasons are irrational ones, but mostly (I’m an optimist at heart) there are good reasons for the rules–although many of them are long forgotten. But even good rules need to be broken now and then. As the mother of a
I’ve been avoiding blogging about the HP scandal. Why? Because I’m guilty of pretexting myself. Now get off your high horse because I bet you are as well. Or your spouse is. Here’s my most recent pretexting sin: Ordering a free credit report for my husband. It was
I’ve been of the opinion that people should give me large sums of money simply for sitting in a leather chair and answering questions. (And if the chair had one of those built in back massage units, all the better–but I could function without it. I’m not picky.)
I received an update from our Over-managed friend. She writes: Evil HR lady, my micromanaging boss has flipped his lid, apparently. We are incredibly short-handed right now and in desperate need of at least 5 new employees for various positions, from an engineer to a project manager to
