Subject:Look out for your coworkers

In the Birmingham Sunday Mercury :

Worker dead at desk for 5 days

Bosses of a publishing firm are trying to work out why no one noticed that one of their employees had been sitting dead at his desk for FIVE DAYS before anyone asked if he was feeling okay.

George Turklebaum, 51, who had been employed as a proof-reader at a New York firm for 30 years, had a heart attack in the open-plan office he shared with 23 other workers. He quietly passed away on Monday, but nobody noticed until Saturday morning when an office cleaner asked why he was still working during the weekend.

His boss Elliot Wachiaski said: "George was always the first guy in each morning and the last to leave at night, so no one found it unusual that he was in the same position all that time and didn't say anything. He was always absorbed in his work and kept much to himself."

A post mortem examination revealed that he had been dead for five days after suffering a coronary. Ironically, George was proofreading manuscripts of medical textbooks when he died.

... You may want to give your co-workers a nudge occasionally... and the moral of the story:
DONT WORK SO HARD, SO ONE NOTICES ANYWAY!


Edited by catcall - 28/Aug/2009 at 10:31am

[QUOTE=catcall] Do you want to impress or confuse clients or Vice versa?....Use Techno
vocabulary..
It can be called the "Buzzword" writing method. It is simple.

Here is an example of BUZZWORDS, not necessarily from the ones you listed:

    Just a MOM???
    
    A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office,
    was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

    She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

    "What I mean is, " explained the recorder,
    "do you have a job or are you just a ...?"

    "Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.

    "I'm a Mom."

    "We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
    'housewife' covers it,"
    Said the recorder emphatically.

    I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
    in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
    The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
    efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
    "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

    "What is your occupation?" she probed..

    What made me say it? I do not know.
    The words simply popped out..
    "I'm a Research Associate in the field of
    Child Development and Human Relations."

    The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air and
    looked up as though she had not heard right.

    I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
    Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
    in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

    "Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,
    "just what you do in your field?"

    Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
    I heard myself reply,
    "I have a continuing program of research,
    (what mother doesn't)
    In the laboratory and in the field,
    (normally I would have said indoors and out).
    I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
    and already have four credits (all daughters).
    Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the human ties,
    (any mother care to disagree?)
    and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
    But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
    and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

    There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
    completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

    As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
    I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
    Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
    (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
    testing out a new vocal pattern.
    I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
    And I had gone on the official records as someone more
    distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."
    Motherhood!

    What a glorious career!
    Especially when there's a title on the door.


    Does this make grandmothers
    "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations"
    And great grandmothers
    "Executive Senior Research Associates?"
    I think so!!!
    I also think it makes Aunts

    "Associate Research Assistants."



    Please send this to another Mom,
    Grandmother,
    Aunt,
    And other friends you know.

    May your troubles be less,
    Your blessing be more,
    And nothing but happiness come through your door!

Pareshaan thi Champu ki wife
Non-happening thi jo uski life
Champu ko na milta tha aaram
Office main karta kaam hi kaam

Champu ke boss bhi the bade cool
FAST TRACK Promotion ko har baar jate the bhul
Par bhulte nahi the wo deadline
Kaam to karwate the roz till nine

Champu bhi banana chata tha best
Isliye to wo nahi karta tha rest
Din raat karta wo boss ki gulami
FAST TRACK ke ummid main deta salami

Din guzre aur guzre fir saal
Bura hota gaya Champu ka haal
Champu ko ab kuch yaad na rehta tha
Galti se Biwi ko Behenji kehta tha

Aakhir ek din Champu ko samjh aaya
Aur chhod di usne FAST TRACK ki moh maya
"Tum kyon satate ho ?
" FAST TRACK ke laddu se buddu banate ho"

"Promotion do warna chala jaunga"
" FAST TRACK dene par bhi wapis na aunga"
Boss haans ke bola "Nahi koi baat"
"Abhi aur bhi Champus hai mere paas"

"Yeh duniya Champuon se bhari hai"
"Sabko bas aage badhne ki padi hai"
"Tum na karoge to kisi aur se karunga"
"Tumhari tarah Ek aur Champu banaunga"

(WAKE UP CHAMPU)