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Code for pimp. Arranger of the booty. Wingman or wing-girl.
KP: Hey girl, I’m new to town and need a campaign manager, my pussy is drying up
Rabs: I can totally help you hit that - there’s a funraiser at the bar tonight
An old, time-honored management technique in large corporations.
1. Keep your employees in the dark.
2. Feed them shit.
3. When they grow up, cut them off at the roots.
The CEO of XYZ Corp is a big believer in the mushroom theory of management.
A football manager that’s been in the game for a long time and been to multiple clubs but not able to provide results for their club and often have the tactics of a goldfish and normally take their team down to relegation.
I hope we don’t get a replacement dinosaur manager like Steve Bruce, Sam Allardyce or Neil Warnock
refering to the finnish way of managing by loud yelling and threats
my boss Mikko was managing by perkele last night.
A peaceful gathering of senior staff focussing on self-congratulation and bonding, with blissful lack of awareness of duties neglected during the event, and of how pitifully inept, emotionally needy and ludicrous management looks to lower level staff. The more realistic title for such an event is used in confidence, as these events are promoted as a serious and necessary forums.
I'm so flat-out with all this work comen in I haven't got time to scratch meself. And I can't ask (insert manager name) to bring in a casual cos he's at this f**n management love-in.. Oh - look the Caterer - grab us a few sushi before the plates get taken in...
This theory covers the principle that you have some people who are incompetent but get promoted anyway due to arrogance, self-belief and ignorance of their own capabilities and limitations. Their self-belief comes across as confidence and skill during short interview exposure where real skills are not challenged or tested thoroughly. Ultimately they become a manager. They try to exert control over all future situations, despite a lack of informed knowledge.
These employees float up to the top of an organisation, repeating the same process. and this is why there is a layer of shit often floating at the top, underneath which capable employees become exhausted and disgruntled.
This in essence is the Polystyrene Brown Management Theory.
It gains its name from some simple principles. If placed in water, Polestyrene will float to the top, pushing everything out of its way to get there, where it refuses to sink, is bad for the environment and is generally just shit. Inhibiting the necessary light needed for employee growth underneath where they are left in a less oxygen-rich environment, unable to get the necessary straws to aid breathing, due to the budget cuts imposed by said Polystyrene Brown Management.
The environment that the employee is left to work in starts to turn brown, and everywhere they look they feel they are surrounded by shit.
Polysterene Brown Management Theory
"I have been working in this company for 23 years, and we don't need to change or adapt to any of these dumbfounding IT security principles or ideas you have, if you don't like it then leave!!!!" - said David.
"Well David, that's some "Polysternene Brown Management Theory" bullshit right there you useless bag of limp dicks" - replied Kevin.
I don’t know where to start but how about here you so sexy in every way. The way you controlling everything moving is SOo0oO hot. I loved watching you work. You show them how it’s done. We work hard we play hard.
I know we may not communicate well via text but please! Understand I went through dark aileys of depression and I’m just emerging from its shadows. Me being selfless says that’s still no excuse. Sorry to keep you waiting in suspense. I have my reasons. I was withholding my urges because I was under surveillance by 5-oh. (Ef all them hating ass b*tches Seriously F them. They ruined it for us. Bunch of crabs in a barrel. Internalized racism and misogynists. Tried to get rid of me. They don’t know nothing about love. Real love. Them petty b*tches always with the drama. Don’t know how to speak up or boss up. Only causing hostility and a disservice. Nobody defended me. They all turned against me. Between those m-rats & golden retrievers Idk what’s worse a bitch or a snitch. It’s Boss & HBIC here to run tings. They thought they’d take the cake and eat it too huh? tuh. They were all rat-at-ta-tas & lazy bones. The hustle has always been sold separately. I’m sorry to say this but thank god for the pandemic it cancelled a lot of them.) I’LL LOVE YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME
Niecka: wherever you are there I am
Boss: I LOVE YOU
Niecka: I LOVE YOU MORE. TO THE MOON AND BACK!!! FOREVER AND ALWAYS WILL BE MY ONE AND ONLY. My confidant. My security blanket. My other half.
Boss: I want you to have my last name. Will you marry me? I wanna manager you
Niecka: Yes (papi)*cry’s painfully and hysterically*
Niecka: I can’t do this without you.