There hasn’t been a whole lot of sunlight this week in our part of Minnesota. There hasn’t been a whole lot of blogging either. I’ve been working on the history of Martin L. Smugglewit. I’ve been reading James Clavel’s King Rat, an amazingly contrived novel by a very deft writer, but I’m not going to blog anything else about it. I’ve also been reading The Assault but I don’t think I’m going to blog about that either—not the sort of thing to suggest anything to blog about, I guess.
I’ve burned myself out revising some stories and seeking out places to submit my stuff to. And I’ve been writing up notes from our weekly fraud meeting. I spent an hour this morning typing up the notes for our weekly team meeting and they were a great success. My favorite compliment was that I was cunning; nobody has ever said that about me before, and I was touched. I’d share these notes with you, but they contain company strategies and other such things. If you were to read them I would have to kill you.
I really get a lot of mileage out of those tedious meetings because at the beginning of the first quarter they are so full of the higher corporate culture which always likes to go very near the brink of parody. It is not hard to take company initiatives and recast them slightly to seem absurd, preposterous or fatuously sinister. The best things are those that come out of the HR department. I once meditated applying for a job in the HR department because I thought it would be stupendously amusing. Fortunately, I was cunning enough to avoid being deceived by that notion.
Bob M
/ January 23, 2008Well, I have always known you are very cunning.