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I Speak So Well

I think someone at work may have called me retarded today. Don't believe me? I'll let you decide. Here are the facts:

A. "He speaks so well" is not a compliment
B. Someone said "good job on writing that email" to me today.

For the purposes of this exercise, I'm treating "he speaks so well" and "good job writing that email" as the same. It's the same sentiment, just applied to a different medium. Assuming that's true, the transitive property means that that person just called me retarded.

Then again, I'm competing against, "good job word-smithing that document" and "please snake this with X & Y to make sure it's vetted by the right people." Seriously? Word-smithing? Vetted? Yes, I know what those terms means. No, I'm not impressed. In fact, if you ever hear me utter those words in a non-joking manner, I give you permission to hit me upside the head.

Funnily enough, I once had to submit a writing sample for this business writing course, and I wrote what should have been called, "Why Buzzwords Suck." I've never met the guy who graded the thing, but I think I made his day. When I got it back, his review said something along the lines of, "I'm with you. Keep up the good fight!" Oh, and he let me test out of the class.

It's gotten so bad, that for certain things, we are actually supposed to have someone proof-read our emails before we send them out. Apparently we are not to be trusted sending emails all by lonesome. These are impressionable minds, and we might corrupt a mind or two if left to our own devices (well, okay, they might have a bit of a point with that last part).

Anyhow, to recap what I learned at work today: I am possibly retarded, but it's also possible I'm not the most retarded person at work. Who says work is boring?

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