The Dept. of Useless & Ill-Informed Opinions

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A couple of weeks back, I’d posted about a new thing happening at my company. We’ve established a series of internal specialist groups, calling each of them Wizards, like US Manager Wizards, Sales Wizards, etc.

After the first question was posted in a group that many of us were automatically assigned to, 42 people replied back to all asking to be removed. HR finally stepped in and said that they would re-evaluate the initiative.

This morning, the people running this shitshow had a class to teach us how to get more out of it. I guess this is their way of re-evaluating.

Typically, when you setup a conference bridge for something like a class, you get a managed line, where join/drop messages don’t play for everyone to hear (i.e. “<insert name> has joined the call,” “<insert name> has left the call.”) They didn’t bother with that.

And so, the 30 minute call started 10 minutes late, because the person running it couldn’t get a word in over 40-odd joiner messages. Or, the equivalent of a massive Reply To All chain.

I am presently on a webinar that is seemingly being run by Marge Gunderson.

A full decade of greatness? That might be pushing it&#8230;

A full decade of greatness? That might be pushing it…

The opening scene from this week’s episode of The Leftovers felt like it was lifted right from the Breaking Bad playbook.

Still trying to decide if it’s a work of greatness, or just a show trying to emulate its way into our hearts.

Seriously though, if that’s ever allisonfoley and me, just tap me on the shoulder and hand me a card for a divorce attorney.

Today I saw a couple sitting at an outdoor table on the Upper East Side. They were having a late lunch on this really lovely summer day.

He was engrossed in his iPhone, furiously tapping away at something or other.

She had her iPhone sitting on the table that she was texting from, her earbuds in and was tapping out an email on her iPad.

I’m surprised that there wasn’t a power line running to their table from within the restaurant. Or maybe coming out of their asses.

The Key Food on Flatbush and Sterling added a growler filling station yesterday. Walking past on my way home from the subway, I stopped in to see what they were pouring and how the prices were. 

There was a local brewer, a Belgian, a cider and one Dogfish Head line that was unlabeled.

I asked the guy which Dogfish they were pouring. &#8220;Just the regular one, I think.&#8221; So, 60 Minute IPA, I guess. And how much for this? $22.99. 

Needless to say, I won&#8217;t be filling any growlers unless either the prices improve or they figure out exactly which beers they&#8217;re pouring.

The Key Food on Flatbush and Sterling added a growler filling station yesterday. Walking past on my way home from the subway, I stopped in to see what they were pouring and how the prices were.

There was a local brewer, a Belgian, a cider and one Dogfish Head line that was unlabeled.

I asked the guy which Dogfish they were pouring. “Just the regular one, I think.” So, 60 Minute IPA, I guess. And how much for this? $22.99.

Needless to say, I won’t be filling any growlers unless either the prices improve or they figure out exactly which beers they’re pouring.

This particular Duane Reade is clearly having theft issues with their laundry detergent.

This particular Duane Reade is clearly having theft issues with their laundry detergent.