Nick wrote:Got dressed down at work today for being vocal about my disdain for marketers - many companies we work with - running Martin Luther King Jr Day sales.
Apparently saying I have nothing but contempt for these people is frowned upon.
C-poots wrote:Hey Nick, is your company looking for "Data Scientists" or anything similar to that role's responsibilities? I've got still-not-workingman's-blues
I will check this morning when I get in. There is a chance we might be. Our offices are in Chicago, NYC & San Fran.
Bruegel wrote:new dweeb at work asked if he could put some music on. no probs, i said.
he played this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_of_Science
simultaneously one of the most excruciating and hilarious listening experiences of my life
straight lost it watching him earnestly mouth the words to an autotuned Attenborough
I'm listening to some of this stuff right now and can't believe it. This is next level comedy material that I need to be throwing on now in funny ass situations.
I feel like I sort of know that sort of dweeb. Just reading through some of the YouTube comments on these videos is painful. A bunch of science bros talking about how "we need to explore the universe because, hey, after all man, the stars are talking to us." I have never and hopefully will never think that the stars are talking to me without the assistance of some really powerful hallucinogenic substances.
a few nights ago at work we had an IT meltdown which necessitated me contacting the developer in France. we couldn't do anything until he fixed the problem so I told everybody to chill out for a bit.
it turned out that he was actually in London, in a hotel just around the corner so he came into the office....without telling me.
the scene he walked in on:
mad Danny was doing keepie-ups with his top off (Danny looks like a reject from 90's pop sensations East 17)
a tiny Sri Lankan girl was rolling an improbably large bifta at her desk
the three animals who do our scanning were snorting lines, drinking whisky and shouting at each other whilst playing cards
big gay ray was asleep on the couch
and this was blaring out of the stereo:
i told him we run a tight ship.
he was a bit confused but didn't seem bothered by any of it.