There are bad bosses, there are decent bosses and there are good bosses. But only great bosses do the following: Read More
Dear devotees, stalwhaughts and innocent bystanders,
I’ve called this an email in the heading, but it’s not really. It’s more like an open letter.
To be honest, I don’t like open letters; they’re all for show. Open letters are flamboyantly hurled into the ether in a show of look-at-me self-gratification. Emails, by contrast, are sent directly to a recipient and are supposed to be read by that person. My emails are genuine attempts to make contact with an individual or entity about a topic of gravity and immediate import (it’s not my fault if other people want to electronically read the beautifully written correspondence over that recipient’s shoulder).
And here’s my problem, and the reason for my non-email. In the case of most of you, I’m unable to get into direct contact. (In fact, many of you who should, by rights, be reading this, aren’t – a jovial un-hello to you.)
In short: emails get to people – this piece of correspondence will miss a huge proportion of you.
Let me explain it as simply and un-boringly as possible:Read More
This may be my last post of the year before Jesus turns 2017, so I thought I’d give you my tips on resurrection from death.
Only joking – that’s blasphemous and requires many more than 500-odd words to properly explain.
I’m actually going to give my advice on end-of-year work parties. I wrote down 16,000 during my lunch break – here are ten of the OK ones:… Read the restRead More
The items that we now categorise as weasel words, wank language and corporate buzzwords weren’t always the indefensible, indecipherable brain-slop of desk-shackled keyboard tappers.
Almost every single one began as a word or term that didn’t make you want to chainsaw it alive and throw its corpse into an abandoned quarry.
Some were very good words: think of bespoke, curate and granular.
Some were not quite so pleasing to look at or say, but had delightful original meanings: think of journey, storytelling or kicking goals.
And some were fairly plain but serviceable: think of action (the noun), drive and disrupt.
Each of them has succumbed. Action has become an entirely unnecessary verb. Journey, drive and disrupt have reached epidemic proportions and have lost almost all meaning to the point where “Let’s drive a disruption journey” would now be considered a perfectly legitimate (possibly an “innovative”) sentence in many offices. Storytelling is what a lot of people who can’t tell stories profess to do exceptionally well these days. Etc, etc.
Yes, each of the has succumbed, but not in a single, fell swoop. Instead they have succumbed in a relatively lengthy process of bollocksification. It can take many forms, but it usually goes something like this:… Read the restRead More
Before I became a father, when people told me that parenthood was a great educator, I would scoff with the flamboyant malice of a reality dating show villain and walk out of the room.
Since our daughter was born, however, I’ve learnt some important lessons, one of the most vital being that suddenly leaving somebody alone in a room can make them very very upset to the point where they forget to breathe, leak saliva from the mouth and slam half a banana in your eye when you return and try to console them.
It turns out those I had ridiculed were right. Sorry to all of you reading this that I did scoff on.
Many of the things I’ve come to understand since becoming partly responsible for our little marshmallow addict are applicable outside the world of domesticity.
Here are just a few:… Read the restRead More
Mondays. Unless you genuinely love your job, are a massive nerd or one of those evangelical Self-Motivators (“I will empower myself to start this week with AWESOME!”), Mondays can be troublesome.
But is Mondayitis an actual, serious psychophysiological illness or just a throwaway malady akin to man flu and hose buttock? To find out, I asked former GP and practising psychologist Dr Egan Patiens.… Read the restRead More
At my parents’ place.
Me: Hello Lucy. What are you doing? Playing with Duplo?
Me: Can I play as we- Oh. OH! OH MY FUUUUU-
My mum: Oh, don’t be so silly.
Me: WHAT IS IT? Lucy, don’t look.
Mum: It’s Marilyn.… Read the restRead More
“Grandpa, what was Agile Methodology?”
“Ah, that’s a very good question, kiddo.”
“And what’s the answer?”
“The answer to what?”
“About Agile Methodology.”
“Oh. Oh… that. I thought you were talking about the other thing.”
“The… thing… with… about… the… the… bi-… about… Biff… Pelican. Biff Pelican.”
“Well it’s a funny story, actually. I used to have this weblog. And -”
“I was asking about Agile Methodology.”
“No. No. Of course you were.”… Read the restRead More
Some people ask me while I’m signing autographs or they’re basking in the fresh-baked-bread warmth of my celebrity, “Jonathan, have you ever written something you wish you could take back?”
I always tell them “yes”, even though it’s patently untrue and every one of my pieces of work to date has, on any objective scale, been between an 8.5 and a 13 out of 10.
Why? Because you should never trust a person who doesn’t have any regrets.
I’m all for a bit of haught. I named my blog after it. I start most of my articles and many of my emails with it. I think a sprinkle of superciliousness is good for the soul. (It’s like nutmeg in that way.) But the philosophy of regretlessness is arrogance taken to a preposterous level, a level that not even I, with my weather balloon head and galactic ego, can empathise with. Read More