Yearly Archives: 2015


Do You Consider Yourself An Engaged Worker?

  Every time someone asks you how your job is, do you usually respond by saying, “meh, it’s a job”  Something tells me you don’t fit Gallup’s description of an engaged worker. Gallup defines an engaged worker as: …those who are involved in, enthusiastic about


Corporate Lingo

I love this comic from The Gentleman’s Armchair, among others.  If I’m in my cube giggling randomly like a little school girl, it’s probably because I’m reading one of the comics.


Wasting Time At Work, Pretty Sure We’re All Guilty Of It

I always look forward to the’s annual Wasting Time at Work surveys.  I’m not sure when the 2015 survey results will be released, but below is a subset of statistics from the 2014 survey. I wonder how honest the survey respondents are.  I guess


Are You A Cubicle Natural Gas Producer?

It’s just another day in the office as you pound furiously away on the keyboard to show others how busy you are.  Suddenly, your jerk of a body launches a gas bubble.  At this point, you can’t decide whether it’s going be one of minor consequence



He answered the questions just fine, he wasn’t nervous, and we were laughing.  As far as the interview was concerned, I would say that it went rather well.  I still wasn’t sure if he would have been a good fit for the position.  In any


The Notebook Is Alive And Well

I just realized the title could be referring to the chick flick that people turn to whenever they need to dose up on a case of romantic heartwarming feels.   Well, in any case, that movie is alive and well too I guess. Talking about


Knowledge Transfers Are A Must For Short Timers

It was Monday, January 5th, the start of the first full week of the new year.  I knew that slacking off during the previous month would catch up in a very painful way, I just didn’t know it would come so soon. It was going


I Just Interviewed Someone For The First Time And It Was Eye Opening

I took the resume out of my notebook and glanced it over.  I had been reviewing it since the morning, looking over the fine details with a pen in hand.  The marked up resume belonged to the gentleman sitting across from me.  I couldn’t tell