Ok, ok. So it’s not a real word, yet, at least not according to Merriam-Webster or the folks at the Oxford dictionary, but it should be. Or at the very least, added to the “meeting b-i-n-g-o” cards that circulate around the office now and again.
We all have that one person in our lives, personally or professionally. Come on, admit it you do. I am currently dealing with two such people on my new work team. They literally send mail to the larger team of 32 and ask for advice over every little aspect of the project they are responsible for. And when they don’t take our advice and something goes wrong, they can’t understand how that happens.
I was out on mandatory sick leave for the last little bit and I’m catching up on work, trying to clean out my inbox ahead of the work week beginning tomorrow, and there it is. A woe is me soliloquy from the team member, sent to a distribution list of over 100 people including 4 VP’s and several other executives asking for advice. Forget the email etiquette: 1) think before you hit send 2) limit distribution and 3) check for spelling & grammatical errors…it was the ps: that got me. As in PS: I promise folks, this time I will listen to any advice given.
DH and I were talking about plans for Easter weekend when he asked if my brother and sis-in-law would be here this year. I laughed and said nope, the beauty of being d.i.n.k.’s is they can travel whenever they want. DH then started to wax philosophical about life before kids, which led to a conversation about what our life might have been like without kids at all. I pulled up the picture of this decal and smirked when I showed him 😉