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On being too familiar at first, but not after

While poking around looking for a magazine design style guide, here’s one from The Economist.


The overriding principle is to treat people with respect. That usually means giving them the title they themselves adopt. But some titles are ugly (Ms), some misleading (all Italian graduates are Dr), and some tiresomely long (Mr Dr Dr Federal Sanitary-Inspector Schmidt). Do not therefore indulge people’s self-importance unless it would seem insulting not to.

Do not use Mr, Mrs, Miss, Ms or Dr on first mention even in bodymatter. Plain George Bush, Tony Blair or other appropriate combination of first name and surname will do. But thereafter the names of all living people should be preceded by Mr, Mrs, Miss or some other title.

Plain, old George Bush hey…

Design Geekery

raphic designer: The sign maker wants an Illustrator EPS “vector” file (after we’ve sent them an outline Illustrator EPS file)

Me: Isn’t that like asking for an RGB Gif file?

GD: I think he was using Photoshop to open it

Us: muffled hilarity surrounded by confused expressions from everyone else

IT Says No

Is your IT department rubbish? Does the word IT helpdesk make you cringe and make you secretly think of IT as IT helpdesk?

After sitting on a good 20 or so IT requests that never eventuate, and rejected with no good reason other than IT Says No, do you feel just the slightest bit miffed?

Other than the magic word “outsource”, most people would have given up. However, as long as the word help is in their job description, I will continue to dutifully pile on request after request (a minimum of 5 each day) simply because until they take away my email access, by god it my bloody prerogative to do so.

Image will soon be turned into a sticker, let me know if you want some. I’ll be wallpapering my desk with them for every request I place through them.

The year so far

Originally uploaded by mirvettium.

A third of the year is nearly gone and I’m starting to wonder what exactly do I have to show for it and where will the other three quarter disappear to.

Actually, from where I’m sitting at a quarter to midnight, all I can see is another year of coming home tired and handing my money to my land lord. Oddly enough, I am enjoying what I’m doing and starting to feel like I’m gaining grounds. Having work pay off the ADMA course was an unexpected bonus, considering work’s non-existent record when it comes to supporting training. Also received some surprisingly good feedbacks on some of the stuff I was pushing for at our annual Strategy Conference.

The prawn dish was taken during the conference at Crowne Plaza Terrigal by the way. They had a surprisingly good breakfast and menu, keeping my stomach very happy for the 4 days I was there. Pity, can’t say the same about The Reef Restaurant, the other place we dine in, the only one venue large enough to accommodate more than 100 people in Terrigal. The staff had attitude, the service was numbingly slow and although the dishes were passable, by the time it arrived I could have happily chewed on the table with a pinch of salt for taste.


Crazy Office

Crazy Office
Originally uploaded by mirvettium.

There are days when I drove home thinking everyone’s freaking crazy. Not just your off the wall nuttiness, but fully grounded peanut butter paste nutso.

In answer to Piro’s timely post of how being organised is a virtue, let me show you how it ain’t being done.

There were plans to change our huge storeroom into a store room cum meeting room by bulldozing a wall to the empty and much smaller store room next to ours. The logic was merge the two and voila a deparment meeting room and store room would emerge out of the rubble.

Well rubble is basically what we’ve been working in and around for the week now.

Last week we were told, oh so casually” just move everything on the shelves on one side of the wall to the smaller store room”. Situation was there were three rows of shelving in the large store room, two against either side of the wall and one smack in the middle. We were assured that things will happen gradually so not to disturb our work week.

So we did.

Yesterday it was, “oh would you mind moving the paper and other stuff from the outside bench since the wall will be knocked down”.

So we did….

Until one of the workmen tapped us on the shoulder, with a puzzled face and let us know that we should move the stuff inside the large store room since the wall will be coming between the shelves and divide the two room into one.

Within a space of 2 hours, 3 small girls, a pregnant woman and 2 conscript were moving things around trying to do it before the wall came down.

So that’s it, we thought, no big drama. Dusted our selves off and went back to work.

Well ofcourse not.

Today it’s move the rest of the stuff from the large store room and dump it in a vaguely empty area. Since it makes no sense to have any type of shelving inside a meeting room. (What? you mean they can’t build a table around shelves these days?). With no where else to go, most of the boxes ended up being shoved into the two managers’ office, to the point where it could possibly look like a prank with the number of boxes lining up against the wall.

Then it turned out the only access to the store room is through the meeting room since the original door to the small store room is blocked off. Reason for this was in order to give us the maximum number of storage. Not sure how this makes sense since there’s no point in putting things in if we can’t get it out anyhow. I made a comment that maybe we can have a tiny window instead of a door and someone from the inside can pass stuff outside. For a full minute one of the managers seriously contemplated it. That’s when I got really scared….

Aside from having to spend a day just moving shit around at last notice, working with the drills literally 2 metre from where I’m sitting, everything is just fucking dandy thank you very much.

Dilbert, I can feel your pain.

Quay Restaurant

Quay Restaurant
Originally uploaded by mirvettium.

Probably one of the worst thing about working on the job is being told a million times how fantastic the single dish that I missed out on was.

Work had our big corporate lunch last Thursday to wine and dine clients. Last year it was Aria and this year it was held at Quay. The day was sunny, and everything was looking good as we ran around preparing the room before clients started to arrive.

Since the number was over 80, the restaurant cornered us into having alternates, it wasn’t so bad if only I didn’t have to look to my left or right longingly throughout the entire afternoon.

My entree was salad of spring vegetables, herbs and flowers, goat’s curd cigars, lemon jam, Sicilian extra virgin olive oil. Put it simply it was spring onion with a dollop of soft goat cheese laced with lemon jus (not jam) lathered with olive oil. It was interesting, but it made me wonder if I can achieve the same taste by substituting lemon olive oil instead of half the ingredients.

Main was chicken or lamb. Chicken was huge and somewhat tough, but rather average overall. There were mixed reviews on the lamb, some thought it was a little too rare others mentioned it was just too well done.

Now the tragedy was that I missed out on what most claimed to be the most incredibly dessert they ever tasted; a semifredo of almond and cream. The alternate was a rather dull cheese platter. I was doing the rounds of taking photos, and when i returned back to my table guess which dessert I ended up with? I had a brief glimpse of a soft, square block of cream that was promptly demolished the moment I tried to get a closer look. It felt like stalking a rather rare and exotic fauna before it was eaten into extinction by a roomful of suits.

Needless to say my fellow diners were not keen on swapping that day.


It’s 4.30 am and I woke up thinking about work….