managerial masturbation, part 2

Yesterday, when I was recalling a mostly-repressed memory of a training session gone wrong, I believed that I was the only one left in the organization who’d attended the session. I was wrong. I found one other survivor clinging to the life-raft of sanity.

Our memories of the session don’t quite add up. He insists that we weren’t actually instructed to puff up our to-do lists by writing down and crossing off bodily functions. It was all about rewording everyday interactions to give yourself “forward momentum.” Thus,
you were supposed to notate something like “grunt hello at supervisor before going face-down in coffee” as “interface with superior and debrief for day ahead.”

It was still an incredibly stupid, and expensive, waste of time.