Blaine’s Unofficial Reading List to Prepare for ilClan

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I have been getting this question a LOT since Rock of the Republic released:  “What should I be reading to lead up to Hour of the Wolf?  Suddenly I became everyone’s librarian. I get it, I write stuff, so I should have this at my fingertips right?  No.  It doesn’t work that way.

So, this is my list.  It is not official because I am not official.  I took time out of my busy writing schedule to put this together.  If you have questions, please look to the bottom of this for the updated Bob List.


  1. I did not include the Dark Ages novels because they are out of print. See the subtitle? I have prepared a separate list below of the pertinent ROC novels.
  2. I am only including the books where I know their storyline, pertinence, timing, etc. If I look like I’m glossing over someone stuff, chances are I’m not in the loop on what they are writing.  I know, it’s a shocker.  It’s not me being a douche and purposefully ignoring someone stuff.  I haven’t seen the sequels to Grey Watch Protocol, for example.  I assume they would normally appear on this list.
  3. This is the recommended reading order I suggest. That doesn’t make it right.  Well, it kinda does.  But frankly, you can shuffle some of these around
  4. No, I’m not doing this to sell more books. Don’t be a Bob-level ass.  I don’t get paid that way.
  • Forever Faithful – Talk about your unintended consequences.  Let me tell you about Clan Smoke Jaguar and the Fidelis.
  • A Bonfire of Worlds – Tharkad gets visited by Malvina and Alaric who trash the place worse that the hotel room in The Hangover. Tucker Harwell learns that family isn’t everything.  Spoiler Alert:  Katherine Steiner-Davion gets killed.  It is worth reading for that alone.
  • The Anvil – Malvina Hazen and Stephanie Chistu have a pillow-fight over Coventry.  It sounds more sexy than it is. Okay, there’s no pillow-fight…I did that just to get you read it.
  • Splinter of Hope  –  Julian Davion is kinda important.  Then again all Davions think they are important. Some more than others. Just ask them, they’ll tell ya. Then there’s Caleb.  Don’t be Caleb, like, ever. Trust me on this one.  He raped a Liao. Really he did.  We all know the Davions think about it (metaphorically), but Caleb did it. That is messed up on many levels.
  • Divided We Fall – It ain’t no party until the Dragoons drop in.  No, seriously, they bring the good beer.
  • Rock of the Republic – “Stone, Devlin Stone.  I prefer my Republic shaken not stirred.”
  • Grey Watch Protocol – What’s that noise?  “That is the warpipes of the Northwind Highlanders laddie!”
  • Honor’s Gauntlet – Do you dare refuse my batchall? Jade Falcon goodness…if there is such a thing.
  • Children of Kerensky – Clan daycare gone horribly awry.
  • Icons of War – Pew pew pew – in SPACE!
  • Hour of the Wolf –  You have arrived at your destination.


  • Field Manual 3145
  • Era Report 3145
  • Shattered Fortress


Note:  These are not in a particular order

  • The Wolf Hunters
  • Sword of Sedition
  • Masters of War
  • A Rending of Falcons
  • Flight of the Falcon
  • Target of Opportunity
  • Surrender Your Dreams
  • The Scorpion Jar
  • Fortress Republic


If you have questions – read the list – follow the list, embrace the list.

  • Do not pitch me your ideas for a character or ask me to include you, your kids, your dog, your dead friend/relative in my book. If I need names, I post the casting call on Facebook.  You don’t use Facebook? Too bad for you. No I will not change the rules for you. Yes, I can be bribed, but not cash.
  • I do not know if anything will be available in hard copy.  Complaining to me does you zero good. Telling me you want to hold a physical book in your hands is not necessary. What you do with your hands is between you and your hands.  I just write this stuff. Telling me you want the book in a certain format falls on deaf ears with me because I am not involved in production.
  • I don’t know anything about audio books.  I can’t stress enough on this point – I really don’t care about audio books.
  • I do not have dates when anything is coming out. I have projected dates but I will not share them.  Don’t ask. Sometimes even my editor is surprised when stuff comes out.  Most of the time I am.  Adding insult to injury, you will probably get your copy of the book before I do.
  • I don’t know when the books will be translated into any language.
  • I am not affiliated with the Kickstarter.  Don’t ask me questions about it.  I don’t know. I like not knowing. I have no idea if Kickstarter exclusives will be available to non-Kickstarter people, but I think the word “exclusive” is a pretty big clue.
  • No, I will not tell you if you appear in the fiction as a Khan, First Lord, Custos of the Fidelis, a MechWarrior, a member of Clan Wolverine, a salty tech, a cook, a drunk, a swamp, a city, some ruins, or anything else. If you want to find your name in a piece of fiction, search for it when the product comes out. Just to make it hard, I may have altered your name because, well, I can.
  • I am not your reference library for BattleTech.
  • I will not read your fanfic, your Clan Wolverine screenplay, or anything else you write. I don’t need or want your ideas for fiction…I have plenty on my own.
  • You don’t need my permission to use stuff I have written about for your campaign.
  • No, I do not have a paint scheme or TO&E for some unit that I wrote about in the 1980’s.  It worries me that you think I would have something like that in my possession.  Seriously…
  • You don’t want to be Bob.

Alright you pesky kids, get off my lawn!


Comments On Twitter And What They Really Mean

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Twitter is a playground for me.  I don’t take it seriously.  If I wasn’t a writer, I wouldn’t have a Twitter account or even think about using it.  Nothing really makes me mad since Twitter is filled with idiots.  I go for the chuckles – either from posts or responding to them.

In some respects, I am a troll.  There are times I post shit simply to make people overreact.  Snarky comments are my binky in life.  Of course, in the last few months, Twitter has become a savaged battlefield of social media.  Lives and reputations are merely part of the poorly written body count in a war that has consumed the world.  If you make even the most innocent of comments, there are a dozen people that will pounce on you.  In two hours last weekend I was called a Nazi, a member of the Gestapo, a gun-nut, a Socialist, a racist, and a moron.  I am none of these things…though I am toying with “gun-nut” based on the accusations leveled at me.

The social media hostility level is at Defcon 5.  So for those of you that want to venture into the Twitter-verse, here’s some common lines I saw dropped over the weekend – and what my interpretation of what they really mean is.  Enjoy and share!

“I respect your opinion, but…”  You are so wrong I actually threw up a little bit in the back of my mouth.  Who knew you could be so stupid.

“What qualifies you as an expert?”   I am smarter than you and want to prove it.  If proven wrong, I will simply call you a Nazi or racist, so it’s all good.

“Nazi”   You don’t 110% agree with my thinking so my solution is to resort to labeling you the worst possible thing I can think of. It doesn’t matter if the subject is your favorite flavor of yogurt, if you don’t completely agree with me, you are, quite literally, one of the worst persons in history.

“Racist.”  I couldn’t spell Nasi (or is it Nazi?) but I want you to know I am giving you a label and hate anything you type.  Rather than refute or debate it, this is the only bullet I have in my gun, so I use it for just about anything.

“Socialist”  Stop whining about free stuff you believe you are owed by society.  Speaking for society, you aren’t owed shit.  Get back to work.

“I’m no expert but…”  I’m TOTALLY an expert because I can use ‘the Google’…

“Troll”   You dared to challenge my post and rather than use logic, I resort to name calling to diminish your validity on the topic at hand.

“On Fox News they said…”  You are a grumpy old man who is usually busy yelling at kids for being on his yard.  PS – this is me.

“On MSNBC they said …”  You are detached from reality and likely a Marxist, Anarchist, and get your news from The View.  Admit it, you think that Joy Behar is a hottie, don’t you?

“Play adult games – win adult prizes.”  If you go off and break the law and act stupid, don’t be surprised when someone opens a can of whoop-ass on you. (Please post videos of you getting your ass kicked – thanks!)

“We’re all good.”  I grow weary of this battle of words.  Can we call a truce?

“Let me be clear…”  I will use little words so you can understand what I am attempting to say.

“My bad.”  Crap, you called me out on my bullshit post. Curse you!

“Apologies”   Drop dead, but do it quietly.

“You are a bad faith actor.”  You dared challenge my idiotic thoughts and have fought me to a stalemate.  Curse you!

“You’re a hater.”  Actually, I hate you, but it is much more fun for me to call you something bad and hater works for me.

“WTF?”  Are you on booze, weed, meth, or a combo of the three?

“I’m sorry…”  I am totally not sorry but prefer to sound reasonable.

“Gaslight”  You are attempting to manipulate people into thinking a way I don’t want them to.  Stop it.

“Bro”  I was born after 1999.

“Apparently…”  You have no idea what you are writing about.

“Gotcha!”  I am giving myself a participation trophy on Twitter. Mom says I’m the best!

“Quit ur whining…”  1.  I lack the ability to spell complete words.  2.  I don’t have a logical argument to refute your facts, so I am just going to call your comments ‘whining’ and hope you go away.  3.  With these spelling skills I will be working in the fascinating world of fast food as a career.

“It’s extremely disappointing to hear you ___ ”  I am SO much smarter than you that my solution to your point is to talk down to you.  Here, let me draw you a picture…

“Oh, I know…”  No, I really don’t have a clue. I do have an opinion though, one I will shove in your face, right now.

“Peaceful protesters.”  Rioters

“Everyone knows…”  Everyone I know who thinks the way I do believes the way I do on this subject.  I have actually conducted scientific polls to verify this.  We all got together and agreed that you are stupid by the way.

“Vote vote vote!”   Vote – three times, for my candidate.

“If you ask me…”  No one asked me, but I feel my opinion is SUPER important.

“I must have really been on target when I called you a ______”  It is bothering me that, after I resorted to name calling, you have not replied.  In fact, it is bothering me so much that I need to try and prod you into reacting…so I can call you another name.

“Seriously?”  God you’re fu*king stupid.  I mean like drunk cheerleader stupid.

“I have a right to _____”  I know nothing about the law, but play a lawyer on Twitter by describing rights, rules, and laws that simply don’t exist.

“What you don’t understand…”  How could anyone be this stupid?  Now I will explain it to you as if you were a 3rd grader.  Even then, it’s hit or miss as to whether you will get it.

“Using only a GIF, describe _____”  I am far too busy to read.  I prefer pictures but Pinterest is SO complicated.   So please, take 10 minutes to go search the web to tell me something that I really don’t give a shit about.

“It is clear that you ____”  Allow me to accuse of being or doing something that you are not, simply to garner overreaction on your part.

Snarky Summary of the Jihad the Dark Ages of BattleTech


A fan, I’m sure jerking my chain, asked me what eras followed the Civil War and Clan Invasion.  Now, a sane person would have steered him to  I refused to accept the title of “sane.”  So I started a snarky response, a little BattleTech humor, for that fan.  Well I tweaked and modified it.  So, when someone asks me about the Jihad or Dark Ages going forward, this is what I steer them to.  I thought all of you still self-imprisoned at home might enjoy a little quirky humor.

Jihad Summary

Space AT&T (The Word of Blake) gets “a bit uppity” and decides that the best way to unify mankind is by destroying most of mankind.  The Wobbies magically super-jump warships to every capital world, lay waste to them and invade everything at once with an army of cyborgs and crazy-cool looking BattleMechs that somehow they have built roughly a bazillion of.  According to the Word of Blake, it was all just a “slight misunderstanding.”  They were not sending in invasion forces, these were “gifts.” Imagine their rage when they didn’t get thank you cards.  How rude!

They were led by a deformed and disfigured individual dubbed, “The Master,” because that title was bound to calm everyone down.  Anyone that has ever watched Dr. Who knew some serious shit was coming with that name.  Added to that, The Master was actually Thomas Marik – as if his adoption into a techno-cult and horrible face mutilation wasn’t enough, he came from House Marik…only slightly more stable than Charles Manson’s family.

Skull-fuckery was the mainstay of the day.  You get that with people that think you have to chant a song to get your Keurig to work.  Almost all of the major characters, mercenary units, and a few billion passersby are killed in a fate worse that death, killed ala sourcebook footnote.  Assassinations, betrayals, bombings, and outright debauchery happen everywhere at once with no apparent strategy, endgame, or even a bit of common sense.  Everyone agreed that the Word of Blake was rather rude, uncouth, and overreacted often with weapons of mass destruction.

The Wobbies used nukes, chemical, and biological weapons combined with badly written rap music to attempt to persuade their victims that worshiping technology was hip.  In a perfect response to this crisis, the House governments were caught with their hands in their pants and tried to fight the Word of Blake on their own because we all know that isn’t going to work.

Out of this utter drug-addled chaos, a nobody named Devlin Stone emerges and rallies the governments to kick the Word of Blake’s ass.  The Blakeists waged a scorched planet policy until everyone glows a pretty shimmering shade of orange.  You know the old saying, what do you call a million dead followers of the World of Blake?  A good start.

Somehow Stone unites the leaders, apparently because he’s not one of them.  He tells the Ghost Bears that the Word of Blake is actually descendants of Clan Wolverine, which unleashes them on a murder spree.  Nothing says loving like good bear mauling.

Eventually Terra was recovered, or what was left of it – then The Master got nuked, reliving a chapter out of Hitler’s last few days.  No one shed a tear.

Dark Ages Summary


So Devlin Stone forms the Republic of the Sphere, a kind of Terran Hegemony on acid.  A dash of Camelot, a dollop of the Roman Empire, and a healthy dose of raw egotism were the foundation of the Republic. Stone wears a ball cap that says, “Make the Inner Sphere Great Again!” – true story!

He runs his new realm on a promise to beat swords into plowshares – and if you don’t do that, he will go to war with you.  Ask the Cappies about it.  Go on, I dare you.

Stone promises a golden age of peace and everyone is sick and tired of fighting, so they use ‘Mechs to cut down trees, dig holes, and other goofy shit.  I swear, you will see a mining ‘Mech on Gold Rush, season 522.  His great new universe works, for a few hours/days/years.  Even the Clans chill, having gone Reaving-ass on themselves in the homeworlds, wiping out many clans and forming new ones like Clan Stoned Pony.  It’s like My Little Pony got ‘Mech upgrades.  So the homeworlds are left to be a total frame-up restoration and even their Facebook pages were taken down.

Stone’s knights and paladins run around squashing everyone that gets a burr up their ass to start a new war.  Strangely it works, Wizkids even considers renaming BattleTech to PeaceTech.  Everything is mellow and cool, so much so that Stone packs up and disappears, supposedly sitting on a beach somewhere, getting laid and hammered.

What could go wrong?

Well, 80% of the HPG network goes offline and apparently you can’t shut off the HPG network and turn it back on again to fix the problem.  In a normal society, this would lead to caution, but for the Inner Sphere, it was time to open a whole case of whoop-ass which had been on the shelf for years.  Everybody starts beating their plowshares into swords.  For a while, Industrial ‘Mechs are armed until the factories start spitting out newer and more potent BattleMechs.  They even have Superheavies, which is not a description of someone coming out of Space Golden Corral but a three-legged monstrosity clocking in at over 100 tons.  Who would have thought that cultures that have lived at war for centuries might fall back on that the moment they can’t access Space PornHub?  Oh wait, all of us.

The Republic of the Sphere is seen as an easy target and the House lords hit them like hungry sharks on chum.  The Republic gets gobbled up until puts up, “Do Not Disturb!” signs at all jump points and it turns on its magic space shield (Fortress Republic) that somehow scrambled JumpShips trying to penetrate it.  This super-powered space chastity belt allows a few Republic worlds to survive and prepare for the inevitable onslaught.

Outside of the wall we have Knights, Paladins, Fidelis (Smoke Jaguars disguised as ninjas) and Anastasia Fucking Kerensky.  It’s always a party with a Kerensky in the house!

The magic space shield collapses around to Terra while everyone on Earth runs out and hoards toilet paper and meat products because the Clans are a’comin’!  The Wolves have played hippity-hoppity-get-off-my-property and moved to the Lyran/FWL border.

In this corner, his hair weighing in at 12 kilos alone, Alaric Ward, genespawn of everyone’s favorite star of Real Wives of ComStar, Katherine Steiner-Davion-Wolf and Victor Steiner-Davion.  Alaric is preparing to wreck Terra’s ass because he has the genes of a person that rates a 9.2 on the Amaris Scale of Douchebaggery.  PS.  Before your whine incest…Katherine stole Victor’s DNA.  Ew…why would you go there?

And in this corner, weighing in at 56 kilos, chock-full of maniacal mayhem, the one and only Malvina Hazen of Clan Jade Falcon, the Butcher of Wotan.  Malvina makes the Master look like a choir boy sans the pedophile priests of ComStar.  Seriously, she crashed a Jade Falcon WarShip on one of her own cities – just to make a point.  She is intent on taking Terra too – so that she can crash more WarShips onto more cities as part of the Jade Falcon’s Inner Sphere Urban Renewal Program.

Meanwhile, Stone apparently didn’t retire to a Canopian Pleasure Pit but instead put himself on ice and is now thawed and ready to be tagged in on the match.  House Kurita has landed on New Avalon which has had a significant impact on property values and resale value.  The Capellans are making their own run on Terra (and the Federated Suns) with some solid leaders for the first time in ages.  As it turns out, if you don’t have batshit crazy in your genes, you can actually run the Confederation rather well.  The Free World’s League is doing what it does best, shooting itself in its feet over and over again.

The Federated Suns lost one First Prince, Caleb Davion, the Harvey Weinstein of the Inner Sphere.  No one cried over that death, trust me.  Julian Davion runs it now, wrapped in plot-armor, and dealing with the reality that his nation is about to be pinched off like a turd.  The Lyrans are on their 17th Archon in eight months.  Wedged in between Clans Wolf and Jade Falcon, things are looking pretty dire.  Trillian Steiner seems to have what it takes – but she inherited the equivalent of a mobile home owned by a hoarder with a condemned notice tacked on the front door and 100 hungry cats wandering around.  Let’s just say, it’s not great.

So the stage is set, the music is queued, the DJ is on space-meth, and the Inner Sphere is ready to rock.


Some Snarky Humor – Things I’ve Learned or Confirmed During Quarantine

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Here is my observations up to this point – for your entertainment as we all sit at home.  Remember, I am a snarky bastard who sometimes writes stuff just to set people off – a troll of the highest caliber.  I do want to provide folks with a few minutes of provocative thought and maybe a chuckle or two.

  1. We, as a people, are easily manipulated by social media into panic buying (toilet paper).  Don’t try and justify the reality that you panicked.  Be prepared, the marketing people have learned a very dangerous lesson from this.
  2. I have come to better appreciate my wife’s company and her cooking skills.
  3. We have zero survival skills and purchase things that are of little to no use during a real emergency situation.  Good luck surviving on pickles peanuts, and jalapeno peppers.
  4. Ninety-percent of people, when given common sense reasonable guidelines, will follow them out of concern for themselves or others. They are good human beings. Ten percent are validating Charles Darwin and couldn’t dump piss from a boot if the instructions were on the bottom of the heel.  Punishing the 90% because of the idiocy of 10% is irrational.
  5. When deprived of services, people worry about the vanity-based ones the most – such as “When can I get back to my salon to touch up my roots?”  A lot of people are wandering around without their injections of Botox.  As a result of all of this mayhem, in another few weeks there are going to be a lot less blondes in the world.
  6. Many politicians have validated their incompetence – sadly meeting my expectations. Example:  Our governor came on TV to tells us we need to exhibit social distancing, surrounded by seven individuals less than two feet apart, none of whom are wearing masks.  One word: Moron.
  7. When you shut off the world economy and everyone goes home, the effects are strange and sometimes entertaining.  Like my PC, apparently it was time to reboot the planet Earth. While we have never done this before, I have found that it usually works pretty damn good with my PC so I encourage people to chill out.
  8. I have been dazzled by brilliant acts of individual kindness, courtesy, and grace. People can be wonderful.
  9. When faced with fear, people will surrender their Constitutional rights; demand that others do the same; and will report any infraction no matter how ridiculous. Yeah, that whole Hitler thing, that could totally happen here.
  10. Congress, when faced with a crisis, cannot resist spending money on things that have nothing to do with the actual emergency.  Giving themselves a raise, funding the Kennedy Center and PBS?  Really?  One word:  Douchebaggery.
  11. Thanks to Netflix, we all learned that Carol Baskins killed her husband and fed him to the tigers.  Oh, she totally did.IMG_1089
  12. We realize that police, fire, and medial workers are the most valuable members of our society – but in the end, we still won’t pay them what they are worth or for the hard work they have done.
  13. Shutting down professional sports has had negligible impact on our culture.
  14. Individuals believe their fear trumps the rights of others. I find it amusing that other people feel they should have a say about my rights are based on how they feel.  I receive similar lectures about what I say and political correctness – and those never work either.
  15. That Nancy Pelosi shelters in place in a mansion with gourmet food (and I presume a few cases of vodka.)
  16. The internet is as important in an emergency as electrical power.  Kudos to the folks that kept it up so far.
  17. Celebrities show their ‘suffering’ by not wearing makeup or doing their hair, wearing sweatpants, and going on talk shows from their mansions. Let’s be clear, none of us care about Hollywood’s hardships.
  18. Companies love to run advertising camouflaged as public service announcements.  “Look at how we are stepping up to plate to deal with this crisis.”  Yeah, you guys are real humanitarians…  We get it, you are keeping your marketing department from being furloughed.
  19. When an emergency like this emerges the media’s first action is to put the truth up against a wall and shoot it. They would put a monkey throwing feces on the air as an “expert” if it will sow fear and give them ratings.  Spreading disinformation and terror is now an agenda item.
  20. We moved way too much production of goods overseas. Time to bring that shit back home even if it costs more.
  21. Our government has a list of who is essential and tracks our movements on our phones to ensure compliance to their orders.  That should scare the crap out of everyone.
  22. We learned that we can get by just fine not buying stuff for a few weeks.  This isn’t necessarily a good lesson but good to know.
  23. Some people (not me!) have spent far too much time with their spouses and children and it shows in their social media posts.  Who knew you could be so angry?
  24. Regardless of how much money people get from the government, it isn’t enough.
  25. We turn to the wrong people for solutions in panic…like Bill Gates.
  26. Our economy is based entirely on our confidence and nothing else.
  27. Oil can go to a value of negative dollars per barrel.  I guess that means they are paying us to take the oil?
  28. I am amazed and delighted at how quickly and innovatively businesses can change their operations to cope with an emergency.
  29. There are people out there, including politicians, that take delight in this chaos.  They want big companies to fail and are gleeful that oil prices have tanked.  They are pathetic, sad, twisted people.  PS – her initials are AOC.
  30. There is no excuse for anyone not having a great yard this year…you had plenty of time on your hands.
  31. When a crisis happens and our leaders should come together behind their President, they, in turn, call any action he takes ‘racist.’ I guess when you only have one bullet in your gun…
  32. Everyone learned how to sew/make masks pretty darned fast.
  33. There were no emergency plans in place when schools were shut down.  What makes a good teacher in a classroom is not the same as what makes a good virtual teacher.
  34. People stupidly believed that posting their graduation photos somehow made 2020 graduates feel better.
  35. Liberals sincerely believe that shutting down churches and keeping abortion clinics and liquor stores open are justifiable actions.
  36. Millions of people learned how to order from restaurants on-line for delivery.  This will change things for years to come.
  37. The longer this goes on, the more susceptible people become to wild-ass conspiracy theories.  “Hillary Clinton killed Colonel Mustard, in the Library, with the Coronavirus.”
  38. When their constitutional right to free assembly is stripped from them, people will protest and resist.  Our founding fathers would approve, since they dealt with numerous medical pandemics and did not see fit to put a freeze on rights.  You think this is bad, try Scarlet Fever or Cholera. Suck it up, buttercup.  I applaud sensible protests.      IMG_0541
  39. In times of crisis, people idiotically think that the Federal Government should be a supplier of medical supplies and other things.  Seriously people…your local governments are far more impactful than a Federal response.
  40. Board games are still a hell of a lot of fun when there are no distractions.
  41. We learned that we are footing most of the bill for the World Health Organization and getting damned little for it.
  42. Companies are learning that people can work just fine from home and that remarkably little is gained by sitting in an office together.  Further, the solution to road congestion and pollution seems to be people working from home…duh.
  43. We are more of a welfare state than I never fully comprehended. I think we need to fix this.
  44. Every government giveaway of our money is going to have unintended consequences that none of us can fathom.
  45. The blurring of guidelines and restrictions is important to know.
  46. Some politicians seem to care more for non-citizens and incarcerated criminals than hard-working Americans.  This is a decision on thier part.
  47. Americans had to be taught how to wash their hands.  Geez, I learned that way before going to elementary school.
  48. Our grocery stores and restaurants have never been cleaner…and that is a good thing.

I know some of you will feel the urge to rebuttal me.  Let me assure you, I gain strength through your angst.  Like Rick Sanchez said, “Your boos mean nothing to me…I have seen what makes you cheer!”


Blaine Pardoe’s Annual BattleTech April Fool’s Prank 2020 – The BattleTech Kickstarter – Fulfillment of the Canon Characters


In keeping with my tradition of April Fool’s BattleTech Pranks:

Operation Freaking Awesomeness

BattleTech Products That Never Came To Market

Failed BattleTech Storylines

Blood on the Canopy

Outline for the ilClan Sourcebook

This was my suggestion to address all of the people that opted in for the canon character option in the Kickstarter.

Internal Memorandum to Catalyst BattleTech Staff

Per our meeting, we was discussed the need to address the seemingly tens-of-thousands of Kickstarter backers who opted for canon characters in the universe. Some are easy, some are complicated to the point of absurdity. Example:  “I want to be a Khan of Clan Jade Falcon, who is really a covert Clan Wolverine operative that is also a DEST agent with secret information on Omi Kurita’s love child with Victor.” Yeah, I have tried to craft that story but it caused a small brain hemorrhage.  Let’s save it for the magazine (our new default answer to hard stuff).

Then it came to me. As you know, in an upcoming piece of fiction, I have bar where dead MechWarriors are commemorated for the stupid ways they died.  Their names are written on the wall along with how they died.  That got me thinking – what a great way to deal with all of these canon characters!

I propose this “memorial wall to the dead,” describing all of the dead and how they died.  Sure, it’s a sleazy way to address this, but that’s why you assigned it to me.  All we have to do is stick their names in before each of these glorious deaths and we can chalk it up as a win!

Example: Bob Roberts harbored the illusion that 28 centimeters of ice could support his BattleMech.

Extra points if you realize this guys name was Bob – twice.

What do you guys think?

Blaine “Buck” Pardoe


Fulfillment Options (Insert names where appropriate) 

  • Killed in a bar-fight with _____ when a bottle cut his jugular.
  • Self-detonated his ammunition, forgetting that he did not have CASE.  Two tons of autocannon rounds left little to be recovered.
  • Last words – “They are only stupid Capellans – charge!”
  • His tactic of, “Let’s lure them in to point blank range,” proved to be incorrect.
  • Stopped moving in his ‘Mech and became the largest, stationary LRM and Arrow target known to mankind…for 20 seconds.  Then he became the largest LRM crater in the history of that world.
  • Last words – “We have them on the run!”
  • Killed by _____ in a bar-fight when he pulled a bottle out of his jugular, tossing it into _____ and cutting his throat in the process.
  • Drew a Square of Equals, just to be different, and was killed for his slight to Clan Ghost Bear tradition.
  • Got into a name-calling match with his armorer just before he went into battle.  As it turns out, he had no ammunition in his missile racks of his Archer.  The investigation remains open as to how that could have happened.
  • Decided to test the altitude limits of his jump jets without paying attention to his fuel.
  • Failed to do the mental math when charging four enemies.  Remains unrecoverable.
  • Was bragging in a bar about having sexually conquered a number of “Kerensky broads.”  He should have checked to see that it was a Wolf Clan bar.
  • Learned there is validity in the old saying that you should not bring a knife to a gunfight.
  • She made the comment, “All you ROM guys are pussies.”  She has not been seen since, presumed dead.
  • Volunteered to be point one time too many.
  • Ventured that the low rumble was a ground tremor, not the approaching enemy RCT.
  • Told an Elemental she, “…had your head up your ass.”  She demonstrated that positioning using him as the subject.
  • Pressed the “override” button on his automatic shutdown controls one time too many.  Body still too radioactive for normal burial.
  • Told the joke, “How many Capellans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” in the wrong place at the wrong time.
  • Misunderstood his CO’s warning about a, “Steiner Recon Lance.”  He didn’t realize that was a lance of Atlas’s.
  • Last words – “I bet I could kick your Elemental-ass!”  Her body had to be identified via DNA.


  • Proof that drinking and piloting a BattleMech in combat is a deadly combination.  “Don’t you kids try this at home.”
  • Proved you cannot tap dance in a mine field.
  • Last communication to the approaching enemy:  “I don’t think you have the guts to charge our position.”
  • Learned the maximum depth a BattleMech can operate under water.
  • Misread the map when calling for air support.
  • Last words – “Clanners never attack in the rain, everyone knows that.”
  • Despite training, held onto a grenade by the pin – once.
  • Last words – “I could beat you with only one arm.”  The Jade Falcon Elemental obliged by ripping off one of his arms.  He was wrong.
  • Went outside to urinate, in -70c weather and locked the door behind him.  Body eventually thawed and pants pulled up for his family’s sake.
  • Incorrectly calculated the range that an enemy sniper could fire from.
  • Told his tech that his actuator was, “Just fine.”  It wasn’t.
  • Decided to experiment in what could be fired from a gauss rifle.
  • Ignored his jump jet fuel indicator as he rushed off the edge of the plateau.
  • She became a “trainable moment” in overheating her ‘Mech.
  • Proved you cannot use a tank as a roller-skate for a BattleMech.
  • Discovered that no amount of camouflage can hide a BattleMech running in the open.
  • Last words – “Someone hold my beer…”
  • Failed to inform the enemy that the area was secure.
  • Hit eject but his canopy did not deploy before the seat hit it.  Remains scraped up and sent to his family.
  • Proof that Elementals are not “Cuddly.”
  • Put to test the engineering specifications for his ‘Mech going over a 200 meter cliff.  The engineers, as it turned out, were right.
  • Ignored his CO’s warning that the roof of the apartment building would not likely support his ‘Mech.
  • Last words – “I thought the map said there were mud pits around here…guys?  Guys?”
  • Learned the importance of checking the safety strap on his ejection seat, in the last ten seconds of his life.
  • Told his tech, “I’m in a hurry, don’t worry about those heat sinks.”
  • Tombstone reads:  “Fell asleep at his guard post the night that the DEST commandoes decided to pay a visit.”
  • Learned what the odds were of a gauss rifle hitting his cockpit.  Hint, they are higher than you might think.
  • Punched a Ghost Bear in the nuts – once.
  • Trusted his DropShip pilot to determine a safe altitude to deploy – over his own eyes and sensors.
  • Dated a cruel mistress – gravity – one too many times.
  • Refused to top off his missile and autocannon expendibles saying, ‘They won’t be mounting a counterattack for hours.’
  • Claimed that a one-shot missile rack was ‘plenty.’
  • Last words – “I bet I can pick up that Smoke Jaguar Elemental…”
  • Made the eternal mistake of volunteering to hold the rear flank against ComStar.
  • Ignored the smell of smoke in his cockpit…and the smell of bacon.
  • Told the Manei Domini at the bar, “Interdict this!” and grabbed his crotch.
  • Refused to panic…but should have.
  • Determined that urban camouflage did not work well in the desert.
  • Last action – Flipped the bird to the regular troops in the bar and initiated a lethal bar-fight.
  • Last words – “I’m well out of their range…”
  • Ignored the no smoking signs in the armory.  ID determined by the one square CM bit of flesh recovered from the explosion.


  • Bet his life that the Jade Falcon Star Colonel would not draw down his bid and call for orbital bombardment.
  • Beat his tech the night before the battle in poker and thought it was funny.  So did the tech.
  • Did his own field repairs and learned the engineering limits of Duct Tape.
  • Last words:  “I think all ISF DEST operatives are wussies…”
  • Created his own chapter for future training classes.  “Always check the liquid you are wading in before you fire on it.”
  • Told everyone that camouflage did not matter on a BattleMech – and went with “Target Orange” with florescent yellow highlights…perfect for forest operations.
  • Misread the elevation lines on the map and his own eyesight out of the cockpit.
  • Taunted one too many enemies with, “Your mother was a Fed-rat and your father sold futures to the FWL.”
  • Tombstone reads:  “I told you I was sick.”
  • Learned that once you go Elemental, you do not ever come back.
  • Came as The Master to a Federated Suns Halloween Party during the Jihad.
  • Decided to make his own modifications to his bionic arm.
  • Last words – “Why is that forest moving?”
  • Learned how close you could stand to a firing PPC blast…and lost the bet in the process.
  • Wore her Wolf’s Dragoon gear into a bar filled with Waco’s Rangers to “intimidate them.”
  • Learned why they are called, “The cheap seats” in Solaris when a missile barrage went wild and killed him.
  • Issued a batchall to the incoming Clan Commander and told him, “If you had the balls, you’d face me alone.”  He did, apparently, have the balls.
  • Did not make his piloting skill roll.
  • Last words – “I can outrun her…”
  • Killed in the great Toilet Paper Riots of 3048 fighting a rear guard action over a mound of Charmin 8000.
  • Told his tech to, “Not waste time replacing my damaged rear armor.”
  • Face-planted his BattleMaster into the canyon despite numerous warning signs.  Earned a new nickname – Wile E. Coyote.
  • Learned he did not have the skills to override Clan BattleMech security.
  • Told a group of clan warriors that Nicholas Kerensky had a furry fetish.  They were less-than-amused.
  • Last action – Successfully mooning the enemy.
  • Proved he was not proficient in energy weapons.
  • Decided to exit the DropShip early, like 3000 meters up too early.
  • Tombstone reads:  “Here lies Corporal Dave who chased the Clanner into a cave…”
  • Tried to impress the lieutenant by offering to scout ahead.
  • Ignored the radiation warnings one too many times.
  • Died confident that the roof of the building would support his 70 ton BattleMech.
  • Disregarded his tech’s warning of, “I wouldn’t stand under that arm if I were you.”
  • Grabbed the first ‘Mech available when the enemy showed up.  Footnote:  A Stinger taking on a Timberwolf is never a good idea.
  • In his last moments regretted calling the ComStar adept, “A techno priest” when he went to send the message for reinforcements.
  • Last words – “They are attacking with only a star of ‘Mechs – we’ve got this…”
  • Last communication to the approaching enemy:  “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
  • Accidentally dumped his ammunition at the first sign of the enemy.  Turns out, you need that shit in a firefight.
  • Asked Blaine Pardoe to read his fan fic piece with stolen cover art. Remains are yet unfound. The investigation remains open.
  • Made the comment in a Capellan bar that the Death Commandoes were ‘vastly overrated.’  The one at the bar proved him wrong.
  • Ignored the warning during ‘Mech startup when the voice told him, “All Systems Not Nominal.”
  • Told a group of Clan Warriors he was going to “Get all Task Force Serpent on their assess.”  The fight, for the record, lasted less than eight seconds.
  • Forgot to wear a hard hat in the repair bay.  A swinging piece of ferro-fibrous plate can leave a nasty mark on one’s head.
  • Was adjusting his play list when the first wave of missiles enveloped his ‘Mech in a bright orange ball of flame.
  • Last words – “It’s just a heat warning…”
  • Ignored the “Danger Radiation” warning label on fusion reactor access panel 3B
  • Walked into a bar and said, “All Bless Jerome Blake!”  Body identified by DNA.
  • While drinking at a bar, took a 5 C-bill bet that he could give that Elemental a wedgie.
  • Learned the importance of proper weapons maintenance when his laser rifle misfired during battle.  In fact, he become the poster-child for checking the barrel for burned clogging material.
  • Made the classic military mistake of volunteering.
  • Learned that not all civilian bridges are designed to hold up 100 ton BattleMechs.
  • Stepped under Captain Jackson’s jump jets during a take-off.  The good news is the body was pre-cremated.
  • Was poisoned by the company cook for making comments about his lousy, “Shit on a shingle.”  Only person in the Sword of Light to die by French Toast.
  • Electrocuted while trying to prove you can hot wire a BattleMech.
  • Last words – “I can prove there are no Snakes patrolling that valley.”
  • Proved the inherent dangers of grenade juggling in the barracks.
  • Misread the words “Lava Flats” on the map.
  • Died of heart failure when a gauss rifle slug opened his heart and pulverized it into a thin DNA paste.
  • Worst intelligence officer ever.  Spent the night before the battle surfing for Elemental porn rather than pulling up the satellite relays.  Shot by his own men.
  • Executed a HALO jump sans a working breathing unit.
  • Learned that Friendly Fire isn’t and that it has the right of way.
  • Tapped the warhead of a stack of LRM’s with a hammer “to make a point.”
  • Killed by his own men after purchasing surplus WOB munitions for their mercenary company, only to find that they were all mislabeled practice rounds.
  • Went into battle claiming the enemy could not see him because he was piloting an “Unseen” BattleMech.  As it turns out he, and Harmony Gold, were wrong.
  • Convinced his superiors that he was ready for his first battle.
  • In retrospect, his callsign of “LRM Target” was a bit of heavy-handed foreshadowing.
  • Called a group of clan warriors, “Wolverine-humpers.” They were less-than-amused.
  • Charged up over the ridgeline into a battalion of Davion’s alone, believing we were all following him, when we were just sitting back wondering, “Why is he being so stupid?”
  • Ignored the scout lance one time too many.
  • Tombstone reads:  “When his tech told him, ‘I wouldn’t do that shit if I were you,’ he decided to try and prove the tech wrong.”
  • Currently in orbit over Thorin as a non-operative satellite. Learned that piloting a BattleMech in space it is always a good idea to have a tether or magnetic boot attachments.
  • Last words – “Let’s rush their DropShips!”
  • Learned that when your artillery is in range of the enemy, their artillery is in range of you.
  • Thought it would be funny to paint a large white and red target on the cockpit of his BattleMech.
  • Told his lance mates that, “ECM is for wusses.”
  • Adjusted his IFF transponder incorrectly and at the wrong moment.  “Hey, where did that enemy Wasp come from?  Hit it boys!”
  • Refused to look both ways before driving his tank across the maglev tracks.
  • Was last seen with a toolkit saying something about fixing airlock four’s controls.
  • His friends replaced his coolant with Coolant Flush ™ energy drink as a prank.  Body was found to be extra crispy and caffeine infused.
  • Told his infantry support their “pansy-asses” weren’t needed.
  • Learned that Streak missiles can acquire new targets – including your cockpit.
  • Last words – “I don’t care that I am danger close, drop the barrage!”
  • Believed that the mine field sign was incorrectly posted.
  • Stood up the general’s daughter for a date and was assigned to, “An extended long range patrol to find the enemy main body.”  He did.
  • Yelled “charge” before making sure that the rest of his lance was willing to do so.  “It was spectacular the way he ran alone into the middle of that Clan Cluster…and over quickly.”
  • Ignored the “Launch Doors Jammed” warning indicator when he unleashed a salvo of SRM’s.
  • Two words – Autoerotic Asphyxiation.
  • Learned there is a wrong way to load short range missiles.
  • Told his tech, “Stop worrying about those cracks in the cockpit canopy…it’s just fine.”
  • As a newly pinned Lieutenant, he ignored the sergeant’s warnings about poking the bear.
  • Made the mistake of drinking too much and commenting in front of clansmen that Nicholas Kerensky got his names for the clans from a kids petting zoo.
  • Protected the ammunition dump – but too closely.
  • Two words – Terminal Diarrhea.
  • Last action – disabled his ejection seat because the power cable rattled too much.
  • In a bar bet he placed 100 C-Bills on the table that someone could slam an entire glass of coolant fluid.  He both won and lost.
  • Exited the DropShip to descend on his jump jets…which is ‘Mech was not equipped with.
  • Did not notice the large white and red target painted on the back of his ‘Mech.
  • Pulled the pin and fumbled one grenade too many.
  • Proved that standing still does not draw attention (or incoming fire) away from you.  FYI – Commonly known as Draxing.
  • Became the poster-child for not piloting your BattleMech underwater when your cockpit has been compromised.
  • Told his physician that his eyesight was just fine.  He was incorrect.
  • Thought it would be fun to cover himself in catnip and then seduce a bunch of those crazy Periphery cat-people from Canopus.
  • Believed he could outrun an avalanche.  Was off by 47 kph.
  • Bad eyesight made him confuse an enemy ‘Mech as a Crab when it was a King Crab.
  • Last Words: “What are the odds of them both hitting my cockpit?”  It is 6.94% – for the record.
  • Threatened his Tech prior to the big battle.  Mysteriously his weapons systems failed after their first shot.
  • Hid under the dropship.  Failed to check its departure orders first.
  • Last communication to the approaching enemy:  “Ghost Bear – what’s that?  One of the Care Bears ™?”
  • Was confident that he had dug has foxhole deep enough as the tank rolled over it.  For a millisecond before his crushing death, his confidence waned.
  • Learned that in an emergency you cannot replace coolant vest coolant with urine.
  • Said he would take the old-school Charger into the battle and that it was an underappreciated killing machine.
  • Learned that the warning labels on the fusion reactor output cables were there for a reason.  Can you say, “Extra Crispy Please?”
  • Last words, “They have nowhere else to run.”  As it happens, they could turn 180 degrees and charge.
  • Learned an important physics lesson regarding jumping, distances, and the structural integrity of BattleMech legs.
  • Learned there is a good reason to not tape your hand grenades.
  • His flagrant disregard for artillery barrages will immortalize him for years to come at NAIS as an example for future generations about “what not to do.”
  • Nickname – Squats.  Decided to go behind a tree and take a dump at the moment of the enemy counterattack. Never made it back to his ‘Mech.  Death by Taco-Bell.
  • Took the phrase, ‘…or die trying…’ far too seriously.
  • Suggested that he could write a better novel than any of the established BattleTech authors.  Was castrated, drawn and quartered, trampled on, and his remain were buried in eight different latrines.  According to the authors, “We could and should have done so much more but we are paid by the word.”

A Live PD Bingo Game For Your Quarantine Fun (Some True Crime Fun!)

Being a true crime author I am a huge fan of A&E’s LivePD  Things I learned watching Live PD  I figured since everyone is forced to sit and watch TV this weekend, I would provide you a fun little game to add to your viewing pleasure.

Just like regular Bingo, you want to get five across.  The first one that does, wins.  I’m providing four game boards, but you can easily make your own.  You can come up with your own prizes, be it shots or cookies — whatever floats your boat.  Simply print and cut these out, use pennies, beans, pickles, or whatever to mark your progress.  Good luck!

Feel free to share this and have some fun watching Live PD while stuck in your house!





My Epic Retirement Farewell Letter – Snarky to the Bitter End!


How I looked day one.  Where is that enthusiastic and dedicated go-getter?  I haven’t seen him in the mirror in a long time.

Disclaimer:  Just because I am being blunt, open, honest, snarky and forthright in this message does not mean I didn’t enjoy working here and that I forged great relationships.  I would be remiss (and a hypocrite) if I didn’t fully vet emotions and sometime painful memories that I have been forced to carry for years. For me, it’s the best way to move forward, shedding some of the agony I’ve experienced. Please consider this what it is, an emotional purge with a light twist of humor. Yes, this is my actual farewell letter. 

Tomorrow, October 15, is my last day at the firm as I move on to early retirement after 25 years of service.  Despite my looks, which I blame entirely on the firm, I am only 56 years old.  For the record I am not being let go, RIFed, outsourced, downsized, right-sized, rebadged, deliberately unassigned, co-sourced, shown the beach, laid-off, “being given a chance to pursue other opportunities,” career-parked, put on the island, assigned to “special projects,” or even paroled. I am retiring, early, in fact I have had an evil plan in the works for some time.  I tend to think of this as less as retirement and more as “pre-boarding.”  Don’t think of this as me fleeing the firm, think of this as I’m “owning my career.” As with most things in my life, I am doing it my way.  Torn between snarky humor and well-placed-parting shots.

I have read a number of these kinds of messages over the years.  Most are teary-eyed, “I’ll miss you all…it has been a privilege to work with you…” dribble.  If you are expecting such a sob-story message from me in some vain attempt to stir memories and emotions; it is time for you to take a drug test.  I can even think of a few people to hold the cup for you when you do (I actually have a list).  As I have done with my entire professional life; I refuse to conform to normalcy.  I AM a professional writer after all, which is synonymous with “delusional/narcissistic genius,” so strap yourself in for a wild few minutes of my crafted ramblings.  In preparing this message, I am reminded of Bilbo Baggins’ quote from the Fellowship of the Ring:  “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” That certainly sets the tone, so let’s saddle-up, take a stiff drink, put your feet up, and dive into my triumphant farewell email (soon to be a major motion picture!)

I never really planned on staying here for 25 years. This place is like that scene in the Godfather, “Just when I thought I was out…they pull me back in.”  When you want to stay, they try and find ways to get rid of you – and when you want to leave, they slap on an ankle tracking monitor and lock you in a digital equivalent of a Turkish prison.

Sadly, I barely remember actually having a job that I applied and interviewed for or wanted.  All of this talk of “owning my career” is pure horse crap; designed to absolve management of their responsibilities.  For the last 15 years I have been doing jobs that I have been slotted into, forced to take, while being told that I need to make the best of it.  Mobility?  That is a forlorn myth.  When you are good at something, they won’t let you leave, trust me on this. So now I AM owning my career with a full departure.  You have to admit, my solution is eloquent and oddly Shakespearian.

In case any weak-kneed, spineless, misshapen-sacks-of-oozing-pus-that-call-yourself-leaders believe they are somehow winning…that they are somehow driving me out, perish that thought. I’m going on my own accord.  This is on my terms, waging a struggle on a battlefield of my choosing, and I am the victor.  You did not win, you didn’t even manage a stalemate.  I walk away with my honor and dignity intact.  Though clearly with this message, I will have to revisit my definition of the word, ‘dignity.”

Of course I won’t actually be idle in retirement, I will be writing a lot more books, I’ve got some television stuff in the works, and I’ll be spending time on my game company and starting several podcasts.  I will not looking back at my time at here with any misty-eyed memories.  While I cherish my friends I have made here; and that is where it ends.

When I hired into the firm, the partner I worked for, on the first day, told me, “This is the peak of your career – working here.  Anything else you do in your career is downhill from here.” For the record, he got it 50% right.  I am proud of the work I have done, even though the last few years I have hated doing most of it. Ultimately, when you look back, that is all that really matters, your personal sense of pride. The firm certainly got its pound of flesh out of me. I have long maintained that we should have the tag line, “Give us three months, we will crush your mortal soul.” But I digress…

There’s a lot of things I will not be doing going forward. I will no longer have people questioning my private life or implying that because I’m a successful author that I am not giving the firm full attention.  I will not have to tolerate some manager saying that because I work from home, I’m somehow not putting in as much effort as anyone who is office-bound.  I will not have someone in leadership telling me that they are a better writer than I am and expecting me to take that in silence (only one of us is a New York Times bestseller – and it ain’t you!)  I will not have my aspirations held back because someone doesn’t like the fact that I am successful outside of work. (I was told once that I didn’t get as large of a raise as they could give me but it was, “…okay because you have income from outside of work that will offset the raise you didn’t get.”) I won’t be told that travel is impossible, while leaders gallivant across the globe with the sole purpose being padding their frequent flyer and hotel point accounts. I won’t have to watch people promoted only because of whose asses they kiss, rather than what they have accomplished. I won’t have petty backstabbing managers going behind my back and over my head because they lack the balls-that-God-gave-a-sand-flea to talk to me directly.  I will no longer have to tolerate passive-aggressive behavior that is considered a substitute for leadership. I won’t miss having to explain our business to people who know (and care) nothing about our end-user community.  I will no longer be forced under threat to take mandatory classes that have nothing to do with my job. I will no longer have to bite my tongue when some leader attempts, in vain, to impersonate Steve Jobs with a ponytail or a cheesy black turtleneck. The petty insecurities of even pettier managers will no longer cast doubt as to my worth, intelligence, dedication, loyalty, or commitment.  Note:  If you were at all offended by this paragraph, you are part of the problem.

Free at last!

Ah, the memories.  In my case these remembrances are a curse of sorts, a shadowy nagging reminder of what we once were as an organization and team. I remember when we cared about performance, rather than just getting positive feedback.  I can remember both dreading and missing roundtable sessions.  I remember when people were a priority, not an undesired commodity.  When we called people “talent” it depersonalized them.  Our people have become like gasoline. You need it for your car to run, but you don’t really care about where you get it from, just as long as it’s cheap.  I remember when people aspired for promotion rather than seeing each level as being a larger target on their backs. Alas, we did not recognize the good old days at the time because we were busy striving to be better.  All of that has been lost.  Now, work in our IT Department has become a matter of survival.

I won’t miss the Illuminati-ish budgeting process, moratoriums, firm-mandated learning, stinking-badges, travel bans (for people at my rank), firm-mandated fun/social events, trips to India or anything associated with Newark International Airport. I won’t miss trips to New Jersey regardless of mode of transportation.  I remember the suicide jumper at the Embassy Suites in Secaucus, leaping eight floors to his death in the middle of the breakfast bar, ruining breakfast for everyone other than the cop who was eating a donut he had lifted from the crime scene.  True story.  Proof that NJ cops are a sick bunch of bastards and that some people would rather die than stay another night in New Jersey. I get it.

I did some quick (highly inaccurate) calculations in regards to my so-called career.  I traveled to New Jersey roughly 53 times during my career at EY – arriving and departing on-time only twice through Newark International Airport. I went to Cleveland approximately 31 times – and oddly enough 90% of those were in the winter.  Why?  Because the firm hates me.  I went to New York around 14 times, spent three-and-a-half weeks in Dallas, and countless other little trips that tore me away from family and friends.

According to one model I created for this email; I produced a total of 51,874 PowerPoint slides in my 25 years here – and only five were read, and only two of those were actually understood.  That is less of a testament about my PowerPoint skills as the collective IQ’s and attention spans of those I was presenting to.  I sent a staggering 988,246-ish emails, not counting when I hit Reply-All just to cover my ass or to be one. There are entire days of my life spent responding to other people’s foolishness in email.

I have spent two and a half days of my career on the phone with tech support for something I didn’t do wrong, but because some IT manager put something into production that had not been properly tested. I have lost approximately 479 hours of my life because people cannot attend a meeting on time. It would be much easier to count the number of meetings with attendees that actually respected everyone and started when they were supposed to.

On at least five occasions I was forced to interrupt long-planned family vacations to take “important” conference calls that were not, most of which required me to lug around my work laptop as well. I have had a total of 32 managers in the course of my 25 years, often times having more than one manager at a time (which we all know is a delight.) Only one; John Russo, actually stood out as an excellent leader and motivator. For the rest of you, breathe somewhat easier – he’s the only person I’m mentioning by name.

Over nine days of my career were wasted group-editing messages for an audience that won’t or can’t read. I attended over 212 hours of learning in my career, only eight of which was something I actually asked for.  I have taken roughly 278 internal surveys over 25 years, none of which has resulted in any sort of measurable change. I have missed approximately 58 breakfasts, 426 lunches, and 26 dinners because I work in this place…all part of the firm’s covertly mandated weight loss program I suppose. I’m so thankful they cared!

I am estimating that I have had 17 job titles, the majority of which didn’t involve me actually changing jobs…just renaming what I did (I stopped ordering business cards six years ago).  Over the years I have spent more time being reorganized (66%) than I have being actually organized.  I have had my budgets reduced 17 times for a cumulative total of 142%.  I was forced to adopt four different firm tag-lines and three logos over the years, none of which changed my life in the least. I can remember charge codes I haven’t used in years, but struggle with my current Apple password. Which reminds me, I have had to know over 196 different passwords for work. You may claim I’m exaggerating, but you can’t fight the math.

I believe I am responsible for causing at least three ulcers and two panic attacks with senior leadership, though this is difficult to confirm (I may have only been a contributor.)  This last statistic is one I am relatively proud about, because, as one manager told me, “Ninety-five -percent of the time you are a great employee, but the rest of the time you are pure evil.” This monument to idiotic management techniques got the percentages totally wrong (grin).  When he got negative anonymous feedback, he spent an entire week trying to identify who had sent it, having me fly to NJ so that he could personally accuse me for over an hour for being the author of the piece. “I know it is you Blaine, it was well written!” I didn’t write it but he swore he’d get me back for it. While innocent at the time of the accusation, I wrote my own scathing piece about his lack of leadership that afternoon…I mean, if I’m going to be accused of it, I might as well actually do it.  Oddly enough, he managed a team of writers at the time. Calling him an utter moron insults morons everywhere.

When I joined the firm we did time and expenses on paper IBM forms and our email was MS Mail which required server reboots almost every day to stay operational.  There were days it would have been better to use tin cans and string to communicate (actually, compared to Skype, this may be a good viable alternative.)  I was here when Lotus Notes was considered bleeding edge technology – and when we replaced it as “archaic and outdated.”  I’ve seen TRAX, Bert, GFIS, and Mercury during my career and want to assure you, I will miss none of them once I leave.  I won’t miss failing Skype calls (“Can you see my screen yet?”), mind-numbing webcasts with seeded audiences and  questions, LEAP, LEAD, LEADS, Success Factors, reminders from Risk Management which read like they were written by Captain Obvious (Example:  Did you know that public intoxication could harm your career?”)  I will easily forget that warm cuddly feeling that any alert from Information Security carries with it. Information Security’s unspoken tagline: “Do what we say and no one gets hurt.” Catchy eh?

I oversaw seven technology conferences where I had to play the role of adult to crazy drunken IT professionals (a stretch on that last word.) As a result I have driven four of you to hospitals for injuries you received, had to break up three pool parties at Vero Beach (which included a 3am contest to jump bicycles into the pool, which I had to fish out, thank you!)  I had to explain to a tax partner why it was wrong to hold a strip poker party in his room with new hires. No, I’m not joking. I had to explain to one employee why dancing on the bar table wearing only his hot pepper boxers was a violation of firm policy (a perfect use/waste of my Master’s Degree in HR).  I have caught three people having affairs (no I will not provide names.)  This last factoid includes one man that brought his kid’s babysitter to the conference, leaving his wife at home with the kids…eww… The concept of any of you naked still makes my stomach pitch, don’t take it personal.  Thanks to all of these experiences, I generally refused to drink at firm functions.  In retirement, I will be drinking again to get catch up on lost time and attempt to purge those memories.

My last few years or so here have been concentrated on separating people from their careers.  I hated every moment of it. “Hate” doesn’t seem to do it justice, but there are no other phrases that seem to work short of “Soul-Crushing-Career-Fuc*ery.”  I will not miss Incremental Layoffs, Swift, Topaz, SWPI, DIPPI (Okay, I made that one up, but I bet you believed it),  Azorian (Google it), Gorilla, Diamond, RIF’s, “staff realignments,” rebadging exercises, location strategy, or anything that has some idiotic code name or acronym.  My biggest success was when I saved 25 of your jobs in one shot. True story. There were others I managed to save or had individual’s packages increased because of my behind-the-scene interventions.  I saved what jobs I could and never even got a pat on the back for it…in fact, I was painted as the bad guy for fighting those battles by lesser men and women. It didn’t matter – I had my triumphs and all it cost me was my own career aspirations.

I leave knowing that a lot of people will say, “I never knew what he really did in the first place.”  It is important for you to know that I am 100% comfortable with this.  I don’t care if you know; I know and that’s what matters.  Frankly, I have no idea what you do either.  We even have betting pools about you and what you do.  I don’t expect a statue in my name – it would sink into the swamps of New Jersey anyway.  Some folks will rejoice with my leaving while others will speculate as to what is really behind my departure.  I encourage you to make up some good stories and spread plenty of rumors attached to my leaving.  The only way I wish to be remembered is someone saying, “Boy, I wish Blaine had been on that call.  He would have said something snarky/funny about _______.”

My departure should be seen as an opportunity to all of you.  You have free will to blame anything that goes wrong the next three months on me. I will hold no ill-will to you, I would do the same if you had retired.  All I ask is that you attribute my name to BIG failures or issues.  Don’t squander my name and reputation on little things…save it for some big and awesome failure.  Just not Mercury please. I refuse to be a part of that f’ing disaster.  You can also use it positively, “If Blaine were here, this wouldn’t be nearly as screwed up.”  In other words, have some fun with my departure, use it to your advantage. I will not hold it against you.  In fact, you’re welcome!

I offer this unsolicited advice to those of you remaining here:

  • When you look at who the firm promotes, or hires from the outside; question whether you really want to be promoted yourself. “Do I want these people as peers?”  The correct answer is, “hell no!”
  • Don’t take what the firm does as personal.  It’s never personal.  The firm doesn’t have the time or the care to make it personal and in terms of priorities, you are WAY down near the bottom of the list.
  • The firm will always do whatever puts more money in the partner’s pockets.  They may lie about their motives, but this is the true underlying business driver for most initiatives.
  • Organizational Karma is a real thing…it just takes time. Revenge takes longer.
  • Always be suspicious when the firm says they are giving you something or doing something for you – like those holidays we were given this last year where they forced us to take vacation days.  (Yes, I am still bitter about this.) It is healthy to question leadership’s true motivations.
  • Don’t seek to validate your value to the organization in the eyes and minds of others.  If you are content with your performance and contributions, that is all that matters.
  • Owning your own career often means picking out which box to pack up your office when you are let go. Find your own path in and outside of the firm, don’t let the firm define you.
  • “Outside talent” is poorly named in most cases.
  • The traits you see and loathe in others, chances are they are inflicting the same BS on people in their private lives. You only have to deal with them for a few hours at a time. Suck it up, buttercup.
  • If you seek help with your career, get a mirror or put on your butt-kissing pants.
  • Words do not matter.  All that matters is actions.
  • Don’t pick idiotic code names for your projects or your teams.  Look at Mercury.  Named after the god of speed, it is 3+ years behind schedule and the system is slow as a snail.  I guess there is no Roman god for entropy…
  • Don’t be in the office on a day when layoffs happen.  It really is just a matter of time before something violent goes down. You can only stress people out so often before something snaps.
  • If someone has to guilt you into doing something, it isn’t worth doing in the first place.
  • Managing technology has nothing to do with the tech – it’s all about the people. Technologies come and go, but people always remain.
  • No one cares (other than you) about your past glories.  The organization doesn’t remember the times you saved their collective asses.  They don’t recall when you worked the long hours or what bits of your personal life you sacrificed for them.  They only remember last week when you were a minute late to their very important call.  You cannot change this organizational amnesia so don’t waste time trying.

The firm has changed a great deal over time. It does not value long term, older employees below the Director ranks…that has become abundantly clear.  “Seasoned” employees are a minority in our technology teams and have no voice here.  I have grown weary of walking into an office and having people stare at me because I am twice their age.  I loathe webcasts with live, staged audiences of only people in their 20’s, reminding me that I am an unrepresented minority in my own firm.  Even our internal branding site doesn’t have anyone over the age of 50 in images. I am through groaning every year when the promotion list comes out because people of my age group have been glossed over.  For all of its grandiose talk of supporting diversity, older (mid-rank) employees such as myself are discriminated against and made to feel unwanted by the very firm we have committed our careers to.  Bitter?  Just a tad, thank you for asking.

I leave knowing that the organization will endure long after my departure, or at least until my tell-all book about this place is published.  I cherish my writing career, where I DO have an impact on people, lives, and real-world justice. We all want to make an impact on the world around us. Working here will not give you that opportunity.  Work provides us with the money so we can go out and do that in the real world.  That is the best job satisfaction anyone can hope for. I will be spending my remaining years happily writing true crime, and science fiction.  In other words, I would rather deal with serial killers and imaginary people rather than some of the people at work.  Try and take that in the spirit it was intended (wink).

I will miss the things that make me laugh at work, and this place provided a lot of humor over the years. Humor has been the one thing that stood between my work day and being fitted for a straight-jacket (available in our company colors; yellow, black, white, and gray – complete with our logo!)  Fortunately this place has provided me a seemingly never-ending source of material to make me chuckle.  Emails about the dangers of touching goose shit in Alpharetta or a mouse/rat infestation in Secaucus provided me quite a bit of levity over the years.  Who can forget when BJ’s Warehouse came to the NJ office to talk about memberships and they sent out an email with the subject, “BJ’s in the office Tuesday!” I heard a lot of people made it into the office that day, only to be severely disappointed. One cannot make this kind of stuff up.

The only shame I feel about departing is that I am leaving good friends here.  Work isn’t about spreadsheets, deployments, or PowerPoint…it is about people.  I have worked with some of the absolute best and some utter idiots. The best, well, they know who they are and why they rock it out despite daily adversity.  On the flip-side, there are some folks I know that I am still puzzled how they put on their shoes each morning, let alone their toupees.  I even got one evil-incarnate boss terminated (She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named), which was horrible, delightful, and epic all at the same time…may she rot in hell for all eternity.  Sure it torpedoed my waning career hopes and she left me with PTSD (true story), but I would do it all over again.  There is something great about fighting the good fight for the right cause regardless of the personal and professional cost (no retribution my ass). The mental picture of her walk of shame to her car that last day still brings me joy. Sadly enough, in the last 15 years, her misery is one of the few things that made me truly happy. That’s what this place does to you, it corrupts your thinking.

I would be remiss if I didn’t offer my opinion about employees/refugees that we have taken in from an unnamed banking institution (okay, it’s JP Morgan).  I remember when JP Morgan was not a curse word or a synonym for a human-shaped-sentient-enema mascaraing as an IT leader. There was a time when we weren’t the retirement home for JP Morgan’s mentally infirmed and emotionally crippled. We have consistently recruited from a company whose chief output was gross incompetency, egotistic rage, and an inability to organize a bowel movement – let alone run an IT team. You may think I am just venting here, but in reality, there is an overwhelming body of evidence to support my conclusions.  If anyone who is a JP Morgan veteran reads this and is offended, let me say, “Good, you deserve it!”  Rather than get pissed, why don’t you prove me wrong? I’ve been waiting for years for one of you to at least try. Pardon me if I don’t hold my breath.

I covered for a LOT of gross managerial incompetence over the years. I can’t count the times I have been deliberately lied to by several senior leaders, two of which were vice chairmen who assured me a directorship.  Thanks to them, while I am not a porcupine expert, I know a prick when I see one.  It is tempting to cite examples, but the list is long and less-than-glorious.  Some believe if you dress like Steve Jobs that makes you a visionary.  Others confuse recording videos for actually leading. For years, I sat back and allowed lesser men and women take credit for my work and use it to advance their own careers.  For God’s sake, we sent one portly director, who had been laid off, to Agile training in London the week prior before his departure!  At the same time, I was told I couldn’t travel for legitimate business needs because of severe travel budget constraints.

I took the honorable road, trotting upon the moral high-ground.  It was never easy and to this day I regret not punching two of them, and kicking one in the nut-sack, repeatedly.  Let me tell you, the moral high ground is a lonely place. I counted on the firm to recognize what it had in my skills and to reward it appropriately.  I told myself leaders would honor their commitments. In other words, I lied to myself.  I was not alone in that naiveté’; many of you did the same.  I assumed, over the years, that the firm would do the right thing.  For years I have been told I was a “High performer, high potential employee,” but was never even talked to when positions came available, even ones I applied for.

The machine of our IT Department is clearly flawed and broken.  We don’t even have a performance management system in place any longer and the role of counselor has been effectively neutered.  Bringing in outside vendors actually makes things worse, not better.  No one fights for the individual employees.  I tried, and this message is my final salvo in that slugfest. Locked, loaded, weapons-free and are hot…

I was an idealistic fool to have such lofty ideals of the organization; that the firm would recognize talent and promote it. I refused, up to my last day, to stoop to pandering and bootlicking to get ahead.  At least I walk away with a thin shred of my morals and dignity somewhat intact – though I’m sure this farewell message l has damaged a tiny bit of that. The difference is that I own this decision – this was my choice to hit send. It wasn’t my choice to be marginalized as a manager and employee.

When I go into offices where I should know people, I don’t see them.  We have lost the comradery and far too many of our friends and colleagues.  Our leaders have scared people into working at home, using “location strategy” as a weapon of fear.  It all has an impact.  We used to deliver complex technical solutions almost flawlessly.  Now we are years late, millions over budget, and when we do deliver, it is often a disappointment.  The sense of team has been lost – gutted by layoffs and tainted by a constant nagging fear which is the current foundation of our culture. Sadly I had a role in perpetuating this culture, and I hated every second of it. We cannot go backwards, but I sincerely hope that the leaders find a way to go forward that reignites that passion and sense of unity.  Not Borg-like unity though…that would be bad.

If at this point in this message you likely expect me to list out all of the great things of working here and why you should stay.  Clearly haven’t been paying attention.  Sorry to burst your precious little emotional bubble.  If I have offended anyone with this message, chances are it was intentional.  If these comments hit too close to home, well, perhaps you need to do a little self-reflection and personal adjustment.  You may say I am just a bitter person on the way out the door, and write off this message as angry ramblings of an ungrateful asshat.  I’m totally cool with that.  I am King of the Asshats.  I am confident that some of what I have written has hit home and rings true.  I believe that all it takes to change the world is one person who refuses to compromise their ideals and takes a stand.  My departure is my stand.  Let’s hope it ends up better than it did for Custer at the Little Big Horn.

If you want to stay in contact, you can follow my blog ( or email me (  Facebook and twitter work as well.  My cell is 540-222-9805 and my home office is 540-937-9886.

I leave you with this, “And now my watch has ended…”

Mic drop…

Blaine Pardoe

PS. Should any of you opt for a rebuttal to this farewell message or offer a critique to my assessment, let me remind you that I have maintained adequate blackmail material from various Technology Conferences, emails, meetings, business trips, dinners, training events, etc, over the years.  My archive of photographic and documentary evidence alone should prevent you from saying too much negative about me.  My blog has close to 200k visitors to it each year and I’m not above naming names and providing examples once I leave.  Ponder this, as I hit the door, I have very little to lose and even less self-control when it comes to digital retribution. Moreover, I will have time on my hands to extract revenge…mwah ha ha ha.

Office Humor – The List of Things I’m Not Allowed to Do At Work – The Buck List

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Oh, its on like Donkey Kong…

Next week I retire (early – I can’t stress that enough) from working for the Corporate Overlords and dedicate my time to being a full-time author of true crime and science fiction. As such, I need to expend a lot of excess humor that has been building up for some time.

This list, named for my nickname, The Buck List, all started with the infamous “Skippy List.”  The Infamous Skippy List  I decided, like this heroic figure, I needed to keep a list of things I was prohibited from doing.  That was ten years ago.  So the list is, well, comprehensive.

These are things I’m banned from doing, or have learned I shouldn’t do, or things I shouldn’t say aloud.  Some I’ve done – some I’ve only contemplated, others I’ve witnessed and thought, “I’d better not try that shit.”

Fair warning, there may be duplicates.  After around number 400 or so they start to blur together.  Some are inside jokes…I make no apologies.  Most are generic enough for everyone to enjoy, especially IT folks.

Feel free to share with anyone you think needs a laugh.  After ten years, the list has grown pretty long, so there is enough there to tide you over for some time.  Enjoy!


  1. I do not have the authority to stop, start, kill or create any technological deployment. I should though.
  2. I cannot include ‘kill all the bastards’ or ‘they should be lynched’ as part of any change plan.
  3. Telling project managers that they are defying the laws of physics, while entirely accurate, is not permissible behavior.
  4. Sound effects during presentations is a frowned upon.   (You do one crash and explosion and the world comes down on you…)
  5. Referring to the good old days as the good old days is a no-no…in the eyes of the current “leaders.”
  6. I do not have the authority to change my career ladder into a career escalator.  Sidebar:  Stop referring to a “career basement.”
  7. My career ladder does not include being CIO, CEO, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, or Emperor of the Universe.
  8. Pretending I’m on mute and mocking the speaker is considered inappropriate.

8a.  Using the middle finder to tell someone that they are number one while on camera is considered inappropriate.

  1. Whispering “Remember, thou art mortal” in the ear of any of the leadership team during their presentation is banned.
  2. I am not allowed to change knowledge database entries to all read, “Reboot the server or PC,’ as step 1
  3. There is no “God of Change.”  Wearing a toga doth not make it so.
  4. Impersonating Captain Picard on conference calls with the UK is not as funny as I like to think.
  5. When asked, “How will you make that change?” an appropriate response does not involve attaching electrical hookups to body parts and ‘giving them a shock or two.’
  6. No one wants to hear about ‘reality.’  (Good to know!)
  7. Saying ‘I told you so, I told you so, I told you so — you realize I was right all along’ is considered repetitive.
  8. I am to cease using the phrase, ‘When I am king…’ at the start of my meetings.
  9. Supergluing everything down to the desktop in the hotelling office space is a no-no.  For the record in a typical office this is a 2.3 tubes of Superglue task – verified at Ford Motor Company, Truck Operations IT Department in 1992 by yours truly.
  10. Using someone else’s Skype account to send funny messages to the rest of the department is considered a no-no.  Even if they forgot to secure their PC properly which technically IS a violation of security standards.  Still a no-no.
  11. Replacing the items in the supply cabinet with items found in the parking lot is not acceptable behavior.  This bad behavior has caused the New Jersey people to lose their cabinet space.  Repercussions Blaine, repercussions.
  12. Putting up police caution tape to turn the atrium elevator into my own personal lift is not permitted.
  13. Using sock puppets in lieu of PowerPoint is a banned activity.  Especially if the puppets are made to represent members of the leadership team…and done with their voices/accents.
  14. I do not have the authority to reorganize IT Services in my own image.
  15. Drawing pentagrams in the office atrium is not allowed.
  16. Putting up a sticky note in the cafeteria in front of the daily special on Sushi day that says, “That’s not fish…” isn’t as funny I liked to believe.  (I totally did this!)
  17. When your boss says he likes a “tuna roll” you should imply that it is a sexual phrase.  Funny yes, just not to him.
  18. Secretly altering the specifications for any application is a no-no.
  19. Playing the theme from Hogan’s Heroes in the background when you have a conference call with German staff is verboten.
  20. Insisting on changing your ID badge with a new photograph on each visit only serves to frustrate the security staff (which it was INTENDED TO DO.)
  21. When in New Jersey, I am not allowed to ask someone from Facilities to assist in creating an ID badge before 9am.  Even if you have a meeting you need to attend and the person is sitting at their desk doing nothing.  Do Not ASK.
  22. Rewaving your machine weekly does not make it run faster – it simply drives the support staff crazy.
  23. Selling firm-owned laser printers on eBay is not permitted.
  24. Labeling people’s personal possessions at work as “Basura” is in poor taste on at least two levels.
  25. I do not have the right to auction off Director’s parking places – even when they don’t use them.
  26. Replacing the road signs around the office is dangerous despite being funny.
  27. “Uh uh” is not valid rebuttal to a suggestion to change the plan.
  28. Light yellow font color on a white background, while technically branding compliant, is not appropriate.
  29. Just because you can make things a six point font does not mean that you should.
  30. I am not authorized to change the operating model of IT to make life easier for me.
  31. My SecurID Fob is not a piece of jewelry.  Definitely not an earring. (For one week I wore mine as a necklace. No one said anything.)
  32. The dress code apparently applies when you are working at home…and using video conferencing.
  33. Planning a coup de tat is not an accepted firm team building event.
  34. I will stop reminding the German staff we kicked their ass in the war.
  35. I will stop reminding the British that if it wasn’t for us, they would have gotten their ass kicked in the war. (See, equal abuse on both sides guys!)
  36. No one fully appreciates my impersonations in meetings or on conference calls.  Especially my impersonations of the leadership team.
  37. I am not allowed to perform Shakespeare in meetings to make a point. (Which I did!)
  38. Referring to the new college hires as “Snot Nosed College Pukes” is not a motivator for them – despite being accurate.
  39. My annual goals list is not supposed to be, “a work of creative fiction.”
  40. Reserving numerous meeting rooms I have no intention of using angers the locals.
  41. Booting someone out of their conference room by claiming I already have it booked (when I don’t) is only funny to me.
  42. Photographs of butt tattoos should not be submitted to be made branding compliant.
  43. I do not have a fireworks permit for NJ.  Even if I did, it doesn’t apply indoors.  Corollary:  Setting off fireworks in the men’s room is a less-than-acceptable response to all of the stalls being used.
  44. I am not allowed to operate my own personal company branding website.
  45. I may not change the firm’s tagline to “Quality in Whatever We Damn Well Say!”
  46. Or “Do what we say and you won’t get hurt.”
  47. Putting up fake tombstones in the office with the words, ‘People First” on them is not an acceptable behavior or Halloween decoration.
  48. I am not allowed to add or edit Values to the Firm’s Values List.
  49. Discussing politics at work purely to get people angry and upset is discouraged.
  50. Referring to leadership as “Drooling morons,” however accurate, is not allowed.  Nor is putting up posters that say the same thing.
  51. Erasing the phrase “Do Not Erase” from whiteboards in conference rooms on your way out of the building is a no-no.
  52. My change plan cannot have a workstream called “Fire the SOB’s!”
  53. I may not ask for a “Fortress of Solitude” as part of the workplace of the future.  Corollary:  I do not have permission to build my own Fortress of Solitude in any office.  Nor may I requisition parts for one.  I’m not even allowed to build a pillow fort.
  54. I will stop bringing up the need for jetpacks and flying cars as part of the workplace of the future.
  55. I will stop pointed out that the workplace of the future is just a scam to get us to work from home – something that was discouraged only a few years ago.
  56. Submitting requests in Service Now to decommission active applications is not an acceptable test of our processes – especially when it happens.
  57. Putting Out of Order signs on all of the restrooms in Secaucus is not appropriate social behavior.
  58. Attempting to organize a sing-along in the men’s room while conducting my personal business is a no-no.
  59. I will not use the word, “cute” to describe significant leadership-driven initiatives.  I will also not say things like, “It’s cute that you think it works that way…” or “How cute that you believe that…”  My definition of cute and the rest of the organizations is markedly different.
  60. I will stop maintaining a database of leadership incompetency’s – and stop posting graphs produced with said data.
  61. “Change management” does not imply that I have the authority to order someone to change their attitudes, personalities, or dispositions.  Putting it in a change plan is also not permitted.
  62. I am not allowed to write my annual goals in Klingon – or Romulan.  (Personally I think they lose something when translated to English, but that’s just me.)
  63. Just because someone chuckles, that does not mean what I said was correct/legal/appropriate.
  64. “Because I’m smarter than everyone else in the room,” is not a solid, tangible, business justification…despite being true.
  65. “You may be right, but that would be a first.” does not garner teaming. Yes, I did this.
  66. I will not explain how a deployment defies the laws of physics on a whiteboard.  I will also not label the diagram as, “Why your stupid deployment defies the laws of physics.”
  67. No one is amused when I say, “Our employees can’t read.”
  68. I will not use any non-American accents when responding to questions by staff in other countries.
  69. A change network does not have its own logo and theme music.
  70. “Armed enforcement squads,” are not a known change lever.
  71. Running to snitch on someone with the CIO is not demonstrating leadership.
  72. Dismantling a chair and Fed-exing the parts back to my home for reassembly is not a good use of my time.  It does, however, prove our mail room will package and ship just about anything. (I actually had this planned out at one point in time.)
  73. Building a fort out of office furnishings just outside of the cafeteria is not a team building event. Entrenching is also discouraged. “But think of the lives I’d be saving” is not a valid excuse.
  74. Just because the supply cabinet door is open, it is not an invitation to rearrange the items to confuse my colleagues.
  75. I will not record and play my own music for the background of conference calls.  Also sound effects are also banned.
  76. Whoopie cushions in the guest waiting area at reception, while funny, is to be admonished.
  77. Resetting the heights of every chair in the office at night is in poor taste. (I did the entire 4th floor two days in a row.)
  78. Bringing my own toilet paper with me to the restroom, while more comforting, is considered inappropriate and unfair to the other poor souls who use that single-ply, double-grit material passed off as toilet paper.
  79. Installing my own vending machines, especially those in the bathroom, is prohibited.
  80. Asking for definitions, then snickering, is disrespectful (allegedly).
  81. A “Blue on Green Attack” is not a change strategy.
  82. Altering the daily lunch special sign with the words “Cat” or “Soylent Green” outside the cafeteria is not permitted.
  83. “I’m sorry you believe that,” is not the same as an apology.  Nor is, “I’m sorry you feel that way,” or, “I’m sorry your sense of reality is so out of alignment.”  (For the record, they all start with, “I’m sorry…”)
  84. I cannot have an annual goal to “Kill the senior leadership and assume control of the organization.”
  85. I need to stop suggesting that a time machine is the best solution to our many issues.
  86. When someone makes a mistake I should not point out that in feudal Japan, they would have killed themselves to preserve honor.
  87. I do not have the authority to form an Away Team.
  88. Yelling, “Set phasers on kill!” does not end the debate.
  89. I am not allowed to formulate my own resourcing strategy.
  90. I cannot institute a dress code for IT Services based on the classic Star Trek TV series.  Nor can I designate the cloud engineering team as, “The Red Shirts”
  91. The CIO is not “The Head Weenie” nor “Queen of the Weenies”
  92. I will not assign myself or my colleagues call-signs ala Top Gun.   I am not “Stud-Muffin” nor is my manager “Chrome-Dome”
  93. My office is not to be referred to as “The bridge” or “The CIC.”
  94. There is no job description for “Self-Appointed Morale Officer” that the firm considers valid.
  95. Quoting Star Trek, while perfectly relevant, is lost on those that don’t watch the series.
  96. I will stop telling people I’m clairvoyant.
  97. Other people in the room are slightly insulted when I say things like, “I’m not smart, I just look that why compared with my peers.”
  98. Putting out of order signs on all of the vending machines as a form of protest irritates the locals.
  99. I will stop referring to the staff in Secaucus as ‘The locals.”  I will also stop calling them, “My Merry Men.”

107a.    I will stop referring to the Secaucus office as ‘the swamps of NJ’ even though it is in a Bruce Springsteen song.

  1. The Cleveland office staff does not like being referred to as, “The Mistake On the Lake”
  2. I need to stop referring to the senor leaders as ‘Our Mensa Society Chapter.”  I can only assume the Mensa people were offended…
  3. I will stop requisitioning hardware to build my own working model of the Death Star.
  4. “Basura” is only supposed to be labeled on trash – not everything in someone’s office (who knew?)  A Corollary rule:  Just because you have access to two pads of sticky notes and a pen does not mean you need to use them labeling things in people’s offices.
  5. The mail room is not my personal valet service.  For the record, they’re not good at it anyway.
  6. No one has commissioned me to see how many pages the printer can print before jamming.  Such experiments on hardware are not permitted.
  7. Replacing the dry erase markers with Sharpees is prohibited.
  8. Stocking conference rooms with only dried out dry erase markers is cruel and unusual.
  9. Chair Racing is not an office Olympic Event.  In fact, there are NO Office Olympics.  That includes the stapler toss, the 50 yard office streaking competition, or “the number of people we can fit into this JIT,” event.
  10. I do not have the power to choke people like Darth Vadar and should stop going through the gestures during meetings where I disagree with the speaker.  I should also not say, “I find your lack of faith disturbing.”
  11. Random numbers a charge code doth not make.
  12. When ordering office supplies, “one of each” is not an acceptable order.
  13. The Staples catalog is the only accepted source for ordering supplies.  Government auctions, eBay, and army surplus stores are not considered firm-related suppliers
  14. Calling the INS to the office to scare the cleaning staff is in poor taste and potentially illegal.
  15. Posting employees resume’s on Monster.comin hopes they will get an offer and leave is tacky.  Writing up their resume’s in the first place is ‘presumptive.’
  16. Voodoo dolls of the staff are not permitted in the workplace.  Nor am I to be selling them on ESTY.
  17. The “workplace of the future” does not include waterboarding.
  18. I do not have the authority to execute my own fire drill by pulling the fire alarm.
  19. I will not pay people to pull the fire alarm so that I can get off of a boring conference call.
  20. I will not say, “Roger” every time someone speaks to me on a conference call.
  21. I do not have permission to conduct my own psychological experiments on the staff in Secaucus (or any other office) even if they are ‘in the name of science.’
  22. I may not attach my own cables/locks to people’s PC’s while they are at lunch without their permission.
  23. Doing mime impersonations from a JIT to those that walk by is not helping my career.
  24. Doing my daily run in the office because it is raining outside is not permitted – even though Crazy Jane did it.
  25. Beans + slow-moving-elevator = a combination I’m not allowed to make.
  26. Setting up my own toy donation box at Christmas in the cafeteria is in poor taste and potentially illegal.
  27. When traveling to NJ, I will not paint my face to match that of Mel Gibson during Braveheart.
  28. I will stop trying to convince my Italian co-workers that Olive Garden is Italian Food. Paul actually threatened me once when I did this.
  29. I will stop referring to my Italian co-workers as “Snooki” …especially the men…especially Paul.
  30. Bringing and tuning my bagpipes in the office is not an effective use of my time – nor is there a charge code for that. True story…
  31. There is no “bring a homeless person to work” day in the firm.
  32. Submitting our office to “Flip this House” was not appropriate.
  33. Just because I own the right set of tools for dismantling and reassembling cubicles, does not mean that I have the authority to do so.
  34. If I’m going to check my iPad for personal mail, watch a movie, or play a game – it is best to not do so on a video conference call.
  35. Nap time ended in kindergarten.
  36. Peanut butter or Vaseline and the earpiece of a telephone are not a combination I’m allowed to make.  (I might add that this is very humorous in a shared hotelling office).
  37. Calling my peers “terrorists” is wrong.  Giving their names to Homeland Security is too.
  38. I will not refer to my manager as ‘el Gringo’  ‘el Gringo’ is not Spanish for ‘The balding man.”
  39. My UK colleagues don’t like to be called, “a bunch of wankers” especially when I do it with a cockney accent.
  40. I will stop using the phrase, “my alleged peers…”
  41. I have not, nor will I ever, be in line to be “Lord-God King and Sovereign of the firm.”  I am also not allowed to use this in my signature block to, ‘test it out.’
  42. I may not invite organizations to take part in EY Connect Day.
  43. I may not wear a kilt in the office as part of dress attire.  I must further not wear the traditional undergarment (nothing), and, to drive this point home, I am not allowed to cross my legs while wearing a kilt.
  44. Asking any director what their IQ is, is inappropriate.   So is asking, “Really?!” when they provide an answer.  Also banned, “No Way!”  and “Wow did I lose that bet!” Corollary:  Organizing a betting pool and collecting money on ‘how long you think this person will last’ is not chargeable time and negatively impacts my utilization.
  1. I do not have signature authority for the eight foot sub sandwich for Subway.
  2. Underwear is not a miscellaneous expense.  I cannot claim it as a business expense because, “When I heard the plan it scared the shit out of me.”  Corollary:  The employees who process my expense reports are not amused with my sense of humor.  Additional Corollary:  I do not get points for creativity on my travel expense report nor does this qualify as an annual goal.
  3. Hanging a picture of me at the beach in front of the camera during a video conference call apparently demonstrates a lack of respect. For the record, it took two weeks before someone figured it out.
  4. I will stop accusing the network engineers of running porn sites on our servers.
  5. Information Security does not have a sense of humor and I should stop looking to try and find it.
  6. I will stop referring to my time with the government as, “When I worked for “The Agency”” This is so true…I was asked just a month ago if it was true that I worked for the CIA before the firm. “I can’t discuss my former employment…” is a great counter to this question.
  7. Sporks are not playthings – they are especially not catapults for things I grabbed at the salad bar.
  8. I am not in charge of creating new acronyms at work.
  9. The looting of office supplies is to be done with some degree of discretion.  Posts describing the thefts to Facebook and Twitter are not discreet.
  10. I will not attempt to use the Jedi mind-trick to get out of work assignments.  “This is not the change manager you are looking for…”
  11. No one in the office is “Part of the rebel alliance.”  There are, however, stormtroopers.
  12. The Europeans do not understand the North American Redneck…so any such references are to be terminated from my vocabulary – ya’all.
  13. A PIP is not the same thing as a PIMP.
  14. Releasing wild animals in the atrium is banned.
  15. New Jersey is not, “one of the known gateways to hell.”   Nor is Cleveland.
  16. Stop telling Applications Engineering that, “You guys put the W in Quality.”  They will never understand that joke.
  17. Leaving suspicious packages in the cafeteria and atrium is inappropriate.
  18. I am not Superman and should not wear a cape at work…despite the fact that it is stylish.  This includes my own homemade capes made from Hyatt bath towels.
  19. The Eastern Europeans are not “gypsies out to steal your children!”
  20. “Being technically brain dead,” is not a hiring qualification. (I still contend it moves you higher on the promotion list.)
  21. I will stop offering to loan my spine to managers who can’t commit or make up their minds.  Apparently one of them actually got the joke.  (I know, it shocked me too!)
  22. The New Jersey staff do not like me referring to Atlanta as, ‘the new center of the IT universe.”
  23. There is no charge code for updating my Facebook status and I should stop asking for it.
  24. Hazing is not part of employee orientation.
  25. I will not purposely steal people’s waiting car service vehicles to get to the airport.  For the record, the first time I did this it was an “accident.”
  26. The correct answer is “Yes, I did pack my bags myself.”   TSA people are not trained to identify when someone is joking.
  27. Responding to emails in Pig Latin is otna lowedna.
  28. I was not on the grassy knoll the day Kennedy was shot and should stop claiming I was.
  29. Having a nightmare about work does not allow me to bill that time against a charge code.
  30. “One shot, one kill,” is not a good response to how I would suggest fixing the problem.
  31. The desk staff at the Embassy Suites do not like it when you mention the suicide/jumper there.  The staff working at the food court hate it more since that’s where he hit.
  32. An “End-User Journey” is not us pushing them down a flight of stairs.
  33. “Serial Arsonist” is not an end point on my career ladder.
  34. I will not refer to the TSA screeners at Newark Airport as, “Barney and Andy.”  Apparently they don’t find this humorous.
  35. I am not allowed to dig a tunnel under the wire.
  36. It is not my job to test the security of the firm’s network.
  37. “I told you so!” does not foster teaming.
  38. There is no “Thunder Cloud,” “Rain-Cloud,” or “Hail-Cloud.”  There’s only THE Cloud.  All hail The Cloud.
  39. All references to “Hitler” or “Mussolini are prohibited on employee morale calls.
  40. I will stop smiling when the news is bad.
  41. I will stop laughing when the news is REALLY bad.
  42. When in the x-ray machine at the airport, with my hands over my head, I will not shake my hips like a male stripper.  Again, TSA has no sense of humor.
  43. I’m not authorized to hold my own beauty pageants at work. Corollary:  No one shows up to see the swimsuit competition – go figure.  Hats off the Paul for winning last year! Way to sport that Speedo.
  44. I will stop referring to the organization chart as “A rough guideline.”
  45. The people who attend technology fairs are not “technology fairies”
  46. When someone says, “I expect more from you Blaine,” the correct response is not, “Welcome to the party pal.”
  47. I will stop asserting that employee policy can violate the laws of physics.
  48. I will no longer invite random people to instant meetings – nor graph their responses.
  49. Firm security does not have a policy that allows me to create my own ciphers and codes for emails.
  50. I am not allowed to declare random hard stops to meetings. (Example:  “I have a 1:23pm hard stop.”)
  51. When I ask obvious questions I need to be aware that someone on the call is being mocked (by me).
  52. Bringing in “Danger Radiation” caution tape to the office and using it on the doors to the server rooms impedes productivity.
  53. No one is amused with my chalk outlines of dead bodies on the carpet.
  54. The cleaning staff is not employed to be a source of amusement for me.
  55. Relocating someone one cubicle to the right after hours is a no-no.
  56. Calling in a bomb threat to give the office a break is not a wise move – and the Department of Homeland Security is not amused.
  57. The summer interns are not “lambs for the slaughter.”
  58. I am not to take calls while in the bathroom.  Likewise I am not to tell people where I’m taking the call from.
  59. I will not use my connections to have people from work added to the Do Not Fly list right before their vacation.
  60. I do not have a budget in my non-official role of Chief Morale Officer.
  61. I will not sponsor a contest of “Things that rhyme with JIT.”
  62. I will stop calling the Secaucus Office “The Swamp”
  63. I will stop pretending that my phone is on mute to cover for me saying bad things about the people on the call.  (I will NOT apologize for it however).
  64. I did not “summon” Hurricane Sandy to destroy New York and New Jersey.
  65. “Alchemy” is not the answer to a deployment-related problem.
  66. IT Services does not create the Blue Screen of Death to keep our Techs employed.
  67. I will not stencil “Reserved” on parking spaces at random in the employee lot just so I have a place to park.
  68. There is no charge code for a Starbucks run.
  69. I am not “The Encryption Officer,” and no such role exists in IT Services.
  70. The London team is not to be referred to as the “Lords and Ladies.”  Nor is their leader to be called, “Your Lordship.” or ‘The Court Jester’  (In fairness, I was being sarcastic…)
  71. I am not permitted to build or name my own Cloud.
  72. When posed with the question, “What you are working on?” an inappropriate answer is, “Calculating the amount of explosives needed to take down the Jersey office building.”
  73. When filling out the Green Building Survey, I will not respond to the question, “How many miles did you drive into the office today?” with “None, I can fly.”
  74. There is no contest to the amount of office supplies I can steal and stuff into my backpack.  There are also no prizes for this (beyond the stuff in my backpack).
  75. When asked by a partner if I think it’s appropriate to bring a Pepsi product when we have Coke as a major client; the proper response is not:  “You can have my Diet Mountain Dew when you can peel my cold dead fingers from around the can.”  Also not acceptable is the shortened version, “Fuck off.”
  76. I will not use rolled or lose coins smaller than quarters to pay for my McLean parking for the day.  The parking staff and the people behind me do not find it entertaining.
  77. I will not loudly moan erotically when getting my free flu shot at the office.
  78. The Enterprise Plan was not drawn up on a placemat at IHOP and I should stop telling people that.
  79. I will not refer to parking lot flooding at the NJ office as “Lake McCreadie,” or “Lake Osborn” Both of them lack a sense of humor.
  80. There is no contest as to how much abuse I can inflict on a rental car – even a Chrysler.
  81. I am not authorized to put up my own signage – especially if it is funny.
  82. Asking the security people “How would you handle a bomb threat?” is inappropriate and I do not technically have need of that information.  These folks like a sense of humor almost as much as the TSA.
  83. Pointing out that the technology everyone is counting on currently doesn’t exist, only serves to piss leaders off.
  84. The project timeline is a not a “crazy-ass guess.”  Keeping track of how many times the project deadline has been changes is only entertaining to those in the US
  85. Laughing at stupid ideas is not considered to be people-friendly, no matter how much the chuckling is deserved.
  86. Having firearms hanging up on display behind me during video conference calls is intimidating to some, frightening to others.  My LAW (Light Anti-Tank Weapon) is a bit over the top. (True story)
  87. I am not a Ninja (but I may have Ninja-like abilities.)
  88. No software deployment can cause a rift in the space-time continuum.
  89. I will stop referring to “The Cloud” as if it were a person.  Example: “I wonder what the Cloud thinks about this timing?”
  90. I “ain’t no hollar back girl.”
  91. I will stop calling our IT strategy, “Whack-A-Mole.”
  92. The Dependency Report has nothing to do with drugs.
  93. There is no IT Services Fundraising Committee nor am I allowed to sponsor bake sales, cake walks, or other revenue generating activities using the committee’s name.
  94. Planting marijuana in the flower beds in the Secaucus office atrium is mostly illegal.  In fact, planting anything in the atrium is prohibited.  So is putting up scarecrows.  Write it down.
  95. I need to start talking about my “career.”  It’s a fictional character at best.
  96. I will not steal Cushman Carts at Newark International Airport.  In my defense, the airline shouldn’t have changed the gate to the other end of the concourse AND they shouldn’t have left the keys in the Cushman.  Note:  TSA does more than frown at this behavior – IF they catch you! (True Story: The Business Trip) The Business Trip From Hell
  97. The Cloud does not move with the wind.
  98. The change plan does not consist of a sign that says, “Keep Calm and Carry On.”
  99. The leaders do not like to be corrected, told they are wrong, laughed at, or have their authority questioned.  They especially hate it if you do all of this in the first five minutes of a meeting.
  100. Using quotes from Dr. Who and/or Star Trek does not solidify people’s confidence in me and should be refrained from.
  101. Things left on a white board are not invitations for me to edit as I see fit.  (I once added three redundant steps to a support model someone left up with a “Do Not Erase” line.  I also edited a networking diagram once and it stayed that way for at least a month.)   Corollary:  I am not a network engineer nor should I pretend to be one.
  102. The program manager was not “recently released from an asylum.”  Well, not that I could prove. Evidence is still pending.
  103. I do not, nor will I ever have, “Evil Minions to do my bidding.”  This includes flying monkeys.   I also may not include them in my resource requests or on my staffing plans.
  104. I do not score points for creativity when filling out my Global People Survey.
  105. Pointing out that I was right a year ago on the topic at hand does not advance the conversation.
  106. I will stop ending my calls with, “A Lannister Always Pays His Debts.”
  107. My answer to a proposed solution (regardless of the level of stupidity) should not start with, “Yeah, and maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt…”
  108. I cannot call everyone on the conference call, “Dude.”  Nor am I to use that when calling American Express Travel Services.
  109. I may not call in an airstrike on my position as a way of deflecting discussion.
  110. My intimate knowledge of the internal workings and yields of nuclear warheads is not appropriate office conversation.  It makes folks a wee bit edgy.
  111. I am not allowed to use a time machine to solve the problems with the current project/program.   I am also requested to not tell people I have a time machine, it makes them nervous.
  112. The purpose of the Mercury program has nothing to do with opening the gates of hell.
  113. I cannot base my plans on the Mayan calendar.
  114. I am not an Admiral, General or Field Marshal.  I am not to ask people to address me with those titles at work.
  115. I will not eat my own dog food.  Nor am I to serve it to others during team lunches.
  116. Putting a sport coat on over my Captain America T-Shirt does not dress me up enough for a video conference.
  117. The networking lab is not a cover for a Meth lab.  Note:  The New Jersey State Police requested I add this one to my list.  PS.  That raid was awesome.
  118. “Opening a can of whoop ass,” is not a deliverable on my change plan.
  119. Not ALL contractors are “blood sucking ticks.”   (I am keeping a list, however, of those that are.)
  120. Taping signs to the NJ office windows facing outward that say, “I’m being held hostage!  Contact police!” is not acceptable behavior on my part.
  121. I may not reserve a conference room for one year (Did this while in Tax – brilliant!  It took them four months to figure out what I had done. )
  122. The OSS staff do not like to be referred to as “Uncle Ernie’s Geek Squad.”
  123. I need to stop referring to EY as “Uncle Ernie.” I took that one as a strong suggestion.
  124. I will not swap out the free breath freshener (mouth wash) in the McLean men’s room with tequila and green food coloring.  Putting up the video of people using this on YouTube is also highly discouraged.
  125. I may not requisition office supplies and use the Justification field to read:  “For the Zombie Apocalypse.”
  126. EY Connect Day is not an employee dating service.  Telling the new hires that’s what the day is for is prohibited.
  127. I will not impersonate an authorized elevator repairperson.
  128. I am not to have more than three axis to any graphical representation in PowerPoint.  (This limits trans-dimensional concepts and most of the Methodology teams’ materials)
  129. My plan cannot assume that in another multi-verse there is someone smarter who will be brought in to clean up the mess in this universe.   “The assumptions in your plan are not a playground for your imagination…”
  130. My definition of “End User Experience” is incorrect (according to everyone in IT Services).
  131. I will not refer to a change network as a “coven.”
  132. I will not preface a question to my new leader with, “Now that your honeymoon period is over…”  True story.
  133. I should stop referring to my writing career as “The career I actually care about.”
  134. Referring to my colleagues as, “people who are marginally competent,” is not the compliment I intended it to be (hey, I used the word competent!)
  135. I will not test Andy Walsh’s theory that you can fire off a cannon in the hall and not hit anyone before 8am in the Secaucus office.  Personally, I think it’s a matter of aim…
  136. “Bazinga!” is not an acceptable response to questions about my change strategy.
  137. I should stop quoting Machiavelli on conference calls.  Apparently no one takes these references as positive suggestions.
  138. My happy dance does not translate well on a conference call.
  139. Wearing the cowboy hat to “liven up” a video conference call is inappropriate attire.
  140. So is wearing coveralls with no shirt. (I swear I can’t seem to please anyone some days!)
  141. The employee assistance program cannot answer philosophical questions.
  142. The employee assistance program cannot answer complex math questions.
  143. The employee assistance program is not my personal valet (Hey, it says “assist” – doesn’t that make you my assistant?)
  144. The employee assistance program is not a suicide prevention hotline and do not appreciate such prank calls (this includes asking them for escort services in the area, attempting to rent a tank, or asking how to purchase blimp rides.)
  145. Answering in the form of a riddle is not funny.
  146. I will not attempt to upload my own select videos to the elevators in Five Times Square.
  147. There is no contest to come up with things that include the CIO’s name.  Examples;   MOron, MOrtified, MOved, MOrbid, MOllified, MOrale, EMOtional, etc..  (This all started with an email from the Comms team – so technically, THEY started it.)
  148. My conference calls do not require my own customized soundtrack playing in the background. Corollary:  It is not funny to have someone sing ‘All by Myself’ in the background while hosting the ‘Working Virtually in IT’ discussion call.
  1. Referencing my “Evil Plan” makes some people jittery and I am to cease this immediately.
  2. My self-evaluation is not a platform for me to present how I would reorganize IT Services.  It is also not a political platform, nor is it a place for me to float up sample chapters of books I am writing.
  3. Starting a conference call with an evil laugh, “Muahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” is forbidden.
  4. Calling someone out as a “liar!” does not smooth things over.
  5. Playing the Dr. Who theme music to introduce the UK conference call attendees is insensitive (and totally awesome!)
  6. The Eureka! Contest is not a platform for me to make fun of others.  (Those nap pod suggestions provided many minutes of entertainment.)
  7. The department should not be referred to as “Our little Game of Thrones.”
  8. I will not test the Emergency Response phone number every day to make sure it’s working.
  9. I will not provide internal auditors with my “Chart of Leadership Inadequacies” and the supporting 42 page appendix.
  10. I will not threaten or follow-through on forming an employee union. Further, I do not have the authority to call for a strike.  Despite the cool sounding name “International Brotherhood of IT Professionals” it is considered to be in poor taste to suggest such a formation.
  11. During an evacuation of the building I will not bring food or beverages into the stairwell out.  (We actually have this as a rule!)
  12. It is not in my prevue to dramatically alter strategic programs – even when I am right – which is often.
  13. I have limited authority to delegate upward – but it is not due to lack of trying.
  14. I need to stop saying ‘What can they do to me, give me a 3 rating’ when discussing an approach to work.
  15. I am not authorized to submit lists of departments to be outsourced.
  16. While it may be fun, I should not play ‘Save the Firm Money’ by making a list of those whose work I question
  17. The cafeteria is not my private science lab.  Corollary:  Diet Coke, Menthos, and the cafeteria are not a permissible combination.
  18. My job title is not:  “Semi-Professional Astronaut,” “Castration Specialist,” “Career Assassin,” or “Mercenary Thug.”
  19. I am to stop questioning our new strategy by pointing out its obvious flaws.
  20. The education budget is not designed for me to test its limitations and exceptions.
  21. I will stop suggesting that I am on performance enhancing drugs at work.  Corollary:  Caffeine is not an IT-used performance enhancing drug.
  22. My midyear review is not a platform for advocating “the violent overthrow of the Corporate Overlords.”
  23. The universe is not my plaything.  Nor is the staff meeting.
  24. I will not make everyone recite the Oath of the Night Watch (from Game of Thrones) to kick off my status calls.
  25. Taking time composing drinking songs about technology deployments is not billable hours to the project.
  26. I am not allowed to announce deployment dates until we are 100% sure we can hit those dates…which means after the fact.
  27. I do not have the authority to set up my own performance management system.  And it cannot include “Acts of Personal Bravery,” “Self-Sacrifice,” or personal ratings using my own “Stupid-o-meter.”  I cannot set up ratings based on the terrorist alert color index.  “You are currently an elevated threat Karen…”
  28. I will not suggest that there is a project hymnal when someone says we need to be on the same hymn sheet.  I will also not say that song #390 is Amazing Disgrace.  (This actually came up on a call.)
  29. I do not have the authority to form a jury – nor am I a judge.  I cannot pass sentence on my colleagues.
  30. I will not use sock puppets to describe deployments.  Especially not flaming sock puppets.
  31. My holistic view of the universe does not necessarily have me placed in the center of it.
  32. I may not start referring to myself with a “Double Oh” number, ie. 007.  I do not have a license to kill, maim, lead revolutions, or set up peer-to-peer networks.
  33. I may not send out a “bouquet of turds,” to the communications manager who makes such stupid mistakes.
  34. The phrase “Techtard” is insensitive in describing some of our managers who can’t use technology.
  35. I do not have the authority to grant or deny diplomatic recognition to any country’s IT team.
  36. When someone tells me how they are going to measure their deployment, laughing at them is not the best response I should be able to muster.
  37. I will not scream, “Power to the people,” during a call about potential layoffs.
  38. “I wouldn’t do that shit if I were you,” is not a proactive comment on my behalf.
  39. The career-framework does not allow you access to the “career shit-tank.”  Also, I will stop making things to add onto the career framework.
  40. The company location strategy is not “that annoying little thing you can just ignore.”
  41. When I say “I trust him as far as I could throw him,” I shouldn’t attempt to demonstrate that principle.
  42. I will not craft my own criteria for layoffs.
  43. Spreading rumors about new technology hub locations (i.e. Pigsknuckle Arkansas) is funny only to me.
  44. I will not build a still on firm time.  I am not a bootlegger or rum-runner.  I will not sample my output under the auspices that it is ‘quality control.’  I will not label my moonshine as “Uncle Ernie’s Fire Water,” and use the beam logo on the label.
  45. Suggesting that, “the team in _______ has their heads shoved up their asses,” does not get them to fall into line behind my plan (though for the record, no one offered a rebuttal.)
  46. I am not to accept money for Linkedin endorsements.
  47. I will stop holding betting pools to determine when people will quit the _____ program.  Nor will I advertise these pools on social media sites.
  48. I will not commit acts of genocide or planetary destruction just because the opportunity presents itself.
  49. I will not impersonate Mel Gibson – from any of his movies.  When my manager asked “what do you want?” I will not yell, ‘Freedom!”   Sidebar: My manager is quick to point out that she is not authorized to grant freedom.
  50. Referring to a plan as “delusional” doesn’t cheer anyone up on the call.
  51. I will not attempt to find gaps in plans that I don’t have access to (Example:  location strategy)
  52. The OTJ Coaching Inquiry – Have you received on-the-job coaching? survey is not  a plaything for me to voice my opinions on leadership, strategy, or technologies.
  53. There is no prize for being named Top Innovator.
  54. I will not conduct informal polls, surveys, or focus groups without informal (imaginary) authorization.
  55. I do not have the authorization to call a meeting of all of the counselors.
  56. I will stop implying that I know “who’s on the list” when it comes to location strategy.
  57. I am not to point out the stupidity of renaming a project after we’ve already started deployment and communications. Note:  It doesn’t change the fact that it is IS stupid – I’m just not to point it out.
  58. I will at least pretend that the communications team leader has some degree of authority or commands respect.  Stress “pretend.”
  59. I will not play the theme to the Benny Hill Show in the background during conference calls.
  60. I will stop creating acronyms to deliberately confuse my colleagues.
  61. I will stop referencing teams or departments that don’t exist.  Example:  The Networking infrastructure Ad-Hoc Design Committee or The Global Operating Model Advisory Council.   (Frankly, these fictitious names only added to my credibility in meetings.)
  62. There is a three-time limit on telling people on conference calls who dial in with mobile phones or Lync that their connection sucks.  If they don’t get it after three times, they won’t get it on the fourth.  Also mimicking them with fake static every other third word is also considered socially unacceptable.  I think this is a good strategy.
  63. I will not establish change networks without some authorization from someone.  Note:  Apparently silence is not an authorization – go figure…
  64. I do not have a license to keep the IT leaders up to speed with everything I’m doing.  They apparently don’t care.
  65. I am not allowed to create my own bank holidays.
  66. I am to cease reporting how many days since the last management change on the status report.
  67. I do not have my own Target Operating Model.  Charting it doesn’t make it real.
  68. I will not give Marketing 101 lessons on Branding to the Communications Team – even if they need it.
  69. I will not review the new directors list, compare with others and say ‘Are you freaking kidding me?’
  70. I will not publish my own version of the new directors list with people that SHOULD have been made director in the last year.
  71. I do not have permission to let things fail just for the fun of it.
  72. Suggesting that some leaders are “Alzheimer’s patients,” however accurate, is inappropriate.
  73. I will not bring up Archiving of email – ever.
  74. I will not explain the phrase “On-Prem” as “On Premises” because we all know it isn’t.
  75. Other team mates do not like being reminded that their choices of Germany and South Africa for pilot countries was not recommended.
  76. I will stop attempting to determine the “as-is” state of anything because no one can seem to define it.
  77. I will not “seize control” of our team’s SharePoint site.  I will not put up my own counter SharePoint site as a rebuttal.
  78. I will not Google “EY” images to laugh at the naked men.  (really this happened!)
  79. I acknowledge that I am not the right person to fulfill the role of career counselor.
  80. I will not suggest that the M&C program stands for “Mismanaged and Cluster-Fucked.”
  81. Budgetary questions are not to be answered with limericks, dirges, or riddles.
  82. Questioning reorganizations is never fully appreciated, especially when the question is, “But how does this reorg actually solve this problem?”
  83. It’s not about me being smarter – it’s about me pointing it out, that’s an issue.
  84. I will stop agreeing with people simply to confuse them.
  85. I am not a “Sexy Boy” and dancing does not make it so.
  86. I am not on the college recruitment team.
  87. I will not rewrite the firm’s Respect at Work course.
  88. People don’t respond positively when I use a phrase like “The obvious flaws of your plan are as follows…”
  89. Hysterical laughter is apparently an inappropriate response when a screwed up project or program tanks or is put on indefinite hold.  (Good to know I guess).
  90. When I say “…with due respect…” does not allow me to say whatever is rattling around in my mind at that moment.
  91. I will not point out that just because someone has no track record of success with our firm that it is probable they will fail going forward – even when they prove me correct.
  92. I will stop using the word “retard” in regards to my co-workers.  Apparently it’s offensive…to retarded people. I get that.
  93. My job description does not provide me with “phenomenal cosmic powers!”
  94. I will not use the word “Omnipotent” in my job description.
  95. I will not use the phrase “Slave to The Man” in my job description.
  96. One of my skills in my job description is NOT “the ability to manipulate time and space.”
  97. I will not requisition a TARDIS as office supplies.  The Business Support Center doesn’t watch Dr. Who and will actually attempt to order one.
  98. I will not post pictures of the Death Star under construction and use the tag line “Building Better Working Worlds.”
  99. I will not list as references the number of friends I have on Facebook.
  100. I am not to apply for jobs that are at least three levels above my current level.
  101. I will stop displaying enjoyment because the entire network is down.  Also “I told you so,” is not supportive in this instance.
  102. The purpose of focus groups is not for me to give ulcers to the HR facilitator.  Duly Noted.
  103. I am not authorized to create a pilot test of anything.
  104. I will not over-communicate to IT about any technology deployment.
  105. When booted off a project, I will not pout for a week about it (three days – tops)
  106. It is inappropriate to moon someone on a conference call even if they are not using video.
  107. I will keep my feedback to less than eight pages.
  108. It’s not a drive-by-shooting if it’s true. I’m to stop doing it anyway.
  109. Writing a book on a subject does not make you the expert on that topic except in the real world.
  110. I will not travel to a snow-state in February.  Amended:  I will not travel in February.
  111. I will not pretend to be on mute.
  112. I will not pretend to be off mute.
  113. I will not tell the new person that the prefix 999 on my conference calling ID delineates me as a Partner in the firm.
  114. I will not make up mock secret projects and claim info security is working on them.  Example:  The Tachyon Firewall Inhibitor Program or the Subatomic Data Packaging Devices Project (the SDPDP).
  115. People don’t want to hear how Span of Control is an artificial and unscientific concept with no basis in reality.  They just want the magic number of people that should be reporting to them.
  116. The magic number is not 42.
  117. Or 3
  118. The change network calls are not my personal plaything.
  119. No one is interested in how I would approach outsourcing.
  120. I will not reorganize the Operations Group because “they had it coming.”
  121. I will not refer to our internal accounting system as “Satannic.”
  122. The CTO is not out to get me, despite the growing body of evidence.  (Note: This investigation remains open.)
  123. It is not part of my job to prove which IT leaders are incompetent.  It is also not my job to track that information or produce graphs about them.
  124. I will not refer to projects or programs as “Doomed” when they are first announced.  According to one person, “No one wants to hear that shit.”  Corollary:  There is no waiting period before I can use the word “doomed” either.  I have to wait until it actually fails, which doesn’t seem fair.
  125. I will stop pretending to not hear stupid things simply to make an idiot repeat it out loud.  “I missed that, could you say it again?”  It has been pointed out that it is mean.
  126. I will not refer to targeting errors during deployments as “we’re simply over-delivering to the wrong audience.”
  127. Some things are not product promotions and it’s not up to me to determine which is which.
  128. I do not have psychic abilities.  I am not to demonstrate them during team calls.
  129. SMU’s have nothing to do with Southern Methodist University.
  130. During reorganizations I will not map people to “The Black Hole” or “Special Projects”
  131. I will not tease the kids assigned to Special Projects.  They aren’t smart enough to understand.
  132. I don’t agree to disagree.  I’m right.  Deal with it.
  133. Not all short people have a Napoleon Complex…just short male directors in the IT Department.
  134. Rating comb-overs during a meeting is a sign I need to leave the room.
  135. I will not refer to the budgeting process as “witchcraft.”
  136. Being asked for feedback is not a license for me to be creative and obnoxious.
  137. The Location Strategy is not my personal plaything.
  138. I am not authorized to create new roles in the organization such as:  “Nuthouse Operations Director”  “Weapons Specialist”  “Douche-Bag Delivery” “Platform Terraformer”
  139. Just because I draw dotted lines on org charts doesn’t mean that those people actually report to me.
  140. I will stop asking for real-life examples of Big Data.  I get it – there are none.
  141. I do not have the authority to brand things.
  142. I do not know the winning lottery numbers.
  143. I cannot make my books required reading for the IT staff.  (though they SHOULD be).
  144. Yammer is not a toy.
  145. Over-delivering and Under-delivering are not the same thing and are not interchangeable.
  146. I do not own the keys to “the Special Projects short bus.”
  147. I do not have the authority to draft my own criteria for the Chairman’s Value Award.
  148. They do not hand out Chairman’s Value Awards in boxes of cereal and implying that is inappropriate – especially to the winners.
  149. Laughing out-loud during a conference call when someone is covering their ass may not be the best response.
  150. When working on a town hall presentation I will not turn it into a comedy routine.
  151. Deliberately picking teaming events that might injure one of my managers (then telling him I’m doing it) is not being considerate.
  152. Summoning Cthulu will not “streamline processes.”
  153. “Breaking Bad” is not our business model.
  154. I will not play the Game of Thrones theme music in the background when meeting with the L1’s. Addendum:  I am not to play any theme music in the background of calls.
  155. Ouija boards do not play a part in the annual review process.  Nor do they factor in on the budgeting process.
  156. I will not give my status report in Shakespearian prose – such as the St. Crispin’s Day speech.
  157. “Supreme Overlord” is not part of my job title and I should stop adding it.
  158. The email signature block is not a toy for my personal amusement.
  159. Creating skill categories that don’t exist (i.e., Warp Field Engineer, Temporal Agent, etc.) in my Sharepoint People Profile is misleading and damages my credibility with others…not that I care.
  160. I will not imply I have a terminal disease to avoid work assignments.
  161. I will not rename the Mercury environments after sci fi planets no matter how funny and appropriate it is.
  162. I will not refer to job assignments as “Snipe Hunts.”
  163. I will stop introducing the new accounting system with the tag line:  “From the team that brought you M&C two-and-a-half years late…”
  164. The Campus Hire Program is not to be referred to as “The Fresh Meat for the Grinder Program.”
  165. I will not sue clients of the firm unless they owe me a LOT of money.  (He he he)
  166. I will moderate my use of British understatement.
  167. I will not co-teach a session with anyone when we tells me he’s started to review the material 15 minutes prior to the class. (Thanks Douchebag)
  168. I will not offer unsolicited executive coaching to superior even though they clearly need it.
  169. There is no charge code for playing Risk on my iPad during an IT strategy webcast.
  170. The status bar in Skype is not a forum for political discourse or workplace unrest. Nor am I allowed to put that my new books is out because someone complained to the Talent Team about it. Grr…
  171. I will not start international incidents just to see what the impact on my career is.
  172. My midyear self-evaluation is not the same thing as my workplace manifesto.
  173. It is not part of my job to root out screwed up projects and initiatives.  (The fact that I attract so many of these should be cause for concern however).
  174. Laughing at the consultants is bad form.  (Good to know)
  175. It is not part of my job description to “incite rebellion.” I am to stop writing annual goals around this topic.
  176. I will not deliberately insert an error on a pointless spreadsheet just to drive my manager nuts, despite the fun that presents.
  177. No one cares that I’m a New York Times Bestselling Author …at work.  Especially the communications team (who all believe they are budding New York times Bestselling Authors).
  178. There are no fashion police in the office.   The dress code does not carry the full weight of law.
  179. My use of MS Project will not, “Open one of the seals to the gates of hell.”  For the record, I did experiment with this, which tells you something of my personality – that I would be willing to open the gates of hell to make a point.
  180. I will not point out the irony of managers telling me that I have to use MS Project to track and project, then telling me to send them the file in PDF format because they don’t want Project installed on their PC’s.
  181. I will not send someone a MS Project file in PDF format where I have deliberately set it up to be 96 pages long, most of which are blank.  True story – not only did I do this but when I asked the manager if he got it, his response was, “Yes, that looked good to me…”
  182. I will not respond to an idiot to clarify that the reason their email list is messed up is that they messed it up.  (’cause idiots don’t care)
  183. RACI’s are not created by Racists
  184. There is no, “new sheriff in town.” It isn’t me even if I wear a cowboy hat.
  185. I am not in charge of new workplace trends nor will I make up new ones just to be funny.
  186. I am not in charge of replacing the office’s evacuation plans with ones I’ve drawn in crayon.
  187. I will not question what “budget bubbles” consist of – nor will I offer my unsolicited opinion.  Example:  “They are farts of desperation with a sprinkle of delusions on a wind of indecision.”
  188. I cannot reconcile stupid. (Technically I can, but it involves gunfire.)
  189. I will not manipulate those that outrank me unless it provides me with some entertainment.
  190. I am not permitted to laugh out-loud when two managers become deadlocked in a pointless discussion. You do it once and you get reprimanded. I wasn’t the one acting like a child.
  191. I will not point out that the mandatory learning does not apply to me even though everyone knows it doesn’t.
  192. I will stop recommending learning courses just because I am adept at spotting people’s flaws and weaknesses.
  193. I will not produce a movie about work.  A TV series – yes.  Movie – no.
  194. I will not publicly ridicule the review committee process on my blog.  (Technically I never mentioned the firm).
  195. It has been suggested that I not question how managers have the spare time to build extensive training programs on top of doing their jobs where they complain they are at full-capacity.
  196. It isn’t all about bringing in your cronies from other jobs – it just looks that way.
  197. I will not openly mock the new directors by pointing out how quickly we will crush their souls.  (Except in the case of Faisal.  I will totally do it to him.)
  198. “WTF?” Is not a professional response to a meeting request at 9pm EDT.  The correct response is, “I’m sorry, I have a personal commitment.”
  199. JPM does not stand for “Dipshit” and I should stop insinuating it does.  (It does stand for “Dumbfuck”)
  200. I will stop asking, “If JPM is so great, why did you leave it to come here, asshat?”
  201. Project Manager + Team in Another Country x lack of managerial courage  = Disaster (I call it the Buck Formula); is not an equation I’m allowed to post this formula at work – despite the growing body of evidence to the contrary.
  202. I will stop pointing out when leaders say one thing and do another (i.e. Location Strategy).
  203. “I just want someone to delegate this body of shit to,” is not an acceptable justification for requesting headcount.
  204. I will not tell my manager he’s wasting his time when he insists on turning in feedback AFTER the Review Committees have met.   I shouldn’t have to tell him that.  (Come on Jay!)
  205. I will stop making gunshot noises when managers shoot the messenger.  (Back and to the left…back and to the left…)
  206. “You’ve got to be shitting me?  WTF?” is not a congratulatory message for someone being promoted to PPD level.
  207. I will not point out the name of my firm sounds eerily similar to KY (Jelly) – nor will I continue my comparisons from there.
  208. Making fun of employees names, in front of them, could be misinterpreted.  (Or understood, your choice)
  209. I will stop asking for a definition of “non-discretionary budget items.”  It only highlights that no one knows what they are.
  210. I will continue to point out violations of the firm’s values proposition, especially to that guy in Compute Services.
  211. I will stop playing my own theme music and soundtracks in the background of calls to make them more entertaining.  Example:  Playing the Law and Order rapping of the gavel each time I make a point.
  212. Despite my attire, I am not Batman.  Corollary:  Stop dressing like Batman at work.
  213. I will stop demanding applause when I join conference calls (though I deserve them).
  214. I will not ask permission to do something that is covert, regardless of its productivity.
  215. I will not mock the Talent Team’s name.
  216. I will resist the urge to point out to leadership that if I am abused in a relationship that it might be best to not keep me in that relationship.
  217. I will not openly suggest “Unionization!” as the solution to low employee morale surveys.
  218. It is recommended that I limit my systematic undermining of authority to one incident a week.  I will take that under advisement.
  219. I will curtail my listening the lamentation of my enemies women (if you saw Conan, you got it)
  220. I am to stop mentioning serial killers I know at work.
  221. My nickname is not “Grim” (as in Reaper)
  222. I will not plan large scale workplace layoffs on the same day as Suicide Prevention Day in the office.  (This is a true story, we let people go on this date!)
  223. Apparently it is not appropriate to laugh when the Talent Team says we can’t tell a person he’s being laid off until he comes off his pain medications for having his knees replaced.  (True damn story. Can you imagine waking up to this?)
  224. My barometer for measuring the speed of a rumor should not be when I get a call from Paul.
  225. My boss is not to be referred to as “the new chick.”  He hates that.
  226. My role on any project is not, “The only voice of reason and sanity on the team.”
  227. Actually, I DO like being proven correct…even if the results are painful to me.
  228. The budget was not the product of human sacrifice, witchcraft, or a druidic ceremony.
  229. I am not a pharmacist nor can I suggest medications for the staff. Nor am I to run a pool guessing what drugs leaders are on.
  230. Per request, I do not need to prove I can win a pissing contest.
  231. I will not deliberately catch an illness too gross to describe to others on a conference call.
  232. I will not describe my colon CAT scan on conference calls. Totally did this.
  233. I will not burst into uncontrolled laughter when a manager suggests hiring an outside law firm to prove the firm’s legal counsel is incorrect (Tim, you slay me!)
  234. My painkillers are to be used to kill pain, not make leadership calls more tolerable.
  235. I will stop pointing out that Lunch and Learn training sessions are really designed to ruin a lunch and avoid us missing any work. Note: I believe they are only confirming my conspiracy theory by telling me to stop staying this.
  236. I will not contemplate going off my meds just for the entertainment value.
  237. I am not to mock the Skype support team when they cannot join a Skype call because it is not working correctly.
  238. My coaching advice is not to include, “would you like me to kill them?”  Honestly, accidents happen.
  239. I will not Google “Harvey’s Balls” to enhance my graphics.  Apparently these are a real thing, not something for me to mock.  True story.
  240. When offered the chance to provide feedback I will not include the words/phases:  “magical, mythical, delusional, escaped-mental-patient, clear-and-present-danger to coworkers, schizophrenic,, dangerous paranoia, psychotic, candidate-for-drug-testing, “the reason we can’t have nice things,” narcissistic, vampire, or Hitleresque.
  241. It is not my role on the project to stage the coup de tat against the project manager. You take over one meeting and they make a rule about you.
  242. ESP does not stand for Every Sucky Project manager
  243. Douchebag is not a formal job title.
  244. Neither is Dipstick
  245. Or Asshat – for that matter.
  246. We don’t settle disagreements, “The old fashioned way – in a battle to the death.”  (For the record, I would have won.)
  247. I will next experiment with makeup on Thursdays (which is video conference call day).
  248. I will not answer phone calls, “Buddy the Elf…what’s your favorite color?”
  249. It is not a standing agenda item on an IT Town Hall to sacrifice a virgin.  I doubt one could be found (one), and telling that to the campus hires is not seen as appropriate (two).
  250. I will stop putting “Anus McButtface” on my stakeholder plans.  (Which, by the way, is a great name for a porn star.)
  251. I will stop calling Skype “Hype.”
  252. I will stop relying on a pension plan SINCE THEY SCREWED US OVER.
  253. I will at least fake appreciation for a good rating on my performance review.
  254. I do not have Tourette’s Syndrome…and no, I’m not allowed to practice having it.
  255. I will stop holding classes on how to draft your own promotion forms.
  256. I will not handle disagreements with, “I demand a Trial by Combat!”
  257. I will not start Skype calls by saying, “Valar morghulis,’ and refuse to continue them until someone says, “Valar dohaeris.” I really did this.  It was fun.
  258. I will not threaten people by telling others they are “Friends of Moe.”
  259. The communications team is not “The Voice of the Beast…”
  260. NITRO does not stand for Nitwits Influencing Technology Redundancy & Obsolescence.
  261. Setting up a contest to see who can steal the most office supplies is not Gamification.
  262. I will stop pointing out the Mercury is the god of speed.  The Mercury project team really hates that.
  263. I will stop saying, “Sharepoint is evil.”  In reality people who like Sharepoint are evil.
  264. I will stop making up new words to describe project managers I loathe (Example:  Bumblefucker)
  265. I will not encourage Russian hackers to attempt to steal our emails.  Nor will I tell people that I know a bunch of Russian hackers (Sorry Ivan!)
  266. I will not draft humorous operations manuals for projects I am not associated with.
  267. “Putting lipstick on a pig” is not the way to sell your idea for a learning plan.
  268. I will not put on war-paint for a video conference call.
  269. I will stop pretending to be Jamaican on 7am conference calls…even if my accent is perfect.
  270. I am not in charge of Armageddon and will quit “saying this shit” on conference calls.
  271. Telling a project manager they are “only a mere contractor” apparently does not inspire them to be better.
  272. Apparently I’m the only person that thinks a 65% on the annual people satisfaction survey is a failing grade.
  273. My boss is not “slightly wigging out.”
  274. The mainstream media is not conspiring against me.
  275. I am not allowed to provide my estimates of project manager’s IQ’s on open conference calls – even if rounding up.  You claim one person is a 42 and the whole world overreacts…
  276. I will not point out that the list of what the Communications team doesn’tdo is longer than the list of things that they do do.
  277. Just because I own a shield I am not Captain America.  I will stop insisting people call me “Cap” on conference calls.
  278. I will not script learning videos that have an “R” rating…nor did I clear that with the Motion Picture Association in advance.
  279. I will not put hidden messages and meanings in my change plans.
  280. Use Cases are not to be referred to as “Useless Cases.”
  281. Steering groups dislike humor, reality, and common sense.  Write it down Buck…
  282. Leaders do not like slide decks detailing their inadequacies – no matter how cool and accurate the graphics are.
  283. Uncontrollable laughter followed by: “Oh my God, you were serious?” is not the appropriate response when shown a project timeline.
  284. “Clusterfuck” is not one of the approved codenames for a project or program (regardless of how appropriate)
  285. I will not organize a union on company time.  What I do at home is nobody’s damn business.
  286. I will stop abusing the R U Ok Program.
  287. I am not qualified to diagnose mental problems despite what the firm says.
  288. Nor am I allowed to dispense mediation for mental health problems I shouldn’t be diagnosing.
  289. Nor am I allowed to order people be committed to mental health hospitals.  Filling out their paperwork is bad.
  290. I am not to suggest FAQ topics since I apparently “don’t understand technology support.” This is despite the fact I have been proven correct.
  291. I will stop saying, “I’m sorry, you’re breaking up, can you repeat that?” just to hear someone say something stupid twice out loud.
  292. I will not add credits or a post-credits scene to technical training videos.  “Based on the novel by NY Times Bestselling Author Blaine Pardoe.  Starring – Blaine Pardoe…”
  293. I will not objectify my co-workers with locker room talk.
  294. I will stop referring to myself as “One of the Deplorables.”
  295. I will not ask, “Why am I here?” It is a question that apparently upsets people running a meeting WHO CAN’T ANSWER IT.  IMG_1007 (1)
  296. I will not put “I don’t care about your silly problem, I’m off!” in my out of office message.
  297. I will not mock the message warning people to not drink to excess at holiday functions – despite the fact that it is, well, common sense and I doubt an email will fix that issue.  (Freaking Millennials!)
  298. I will not compare employees to food products (Helen is like Melba Toast.   It exists.  It’s crunchy.  It has no flavor or taste and leave you dry.)
  299. I will stop mocking the holiday moratorium. Example: If you give everyone an exception, it’s not a moratorium.
  300. I am to stop making the Millennials cry.  (It is SO easy)
  301. I will stop reminding the service desk that they can be replaced.  For the record, I never said with what they could be replaced with.  I have a list…
  302. I will not qualify what I mean by “With all due respect…” by pointing out I don’t really respect that person.
  303. I am not the designated driver for the holiday party.  If I am, I’m drinking.
  304. I will not use the word, “clunky,” when describing a team’s process without fully citing examples (and there are a’plenty…)
  305. The Chairman does not want me to offer a rebuttal to the annual holiday message.
  306. “If you need me, fuck off!” is not appropriate in my out of office agent.
  307. Connecting all of the paperclips in the box is not as funny as I think it is.
  308. I am not authorized to draw up my own career framework map.  If I was, I wouldn’t start with the play-mat from iHOP using crayons. Corollary:  I am not to use crayons at work.  They said nothing about paste however.
  309. I am not authorized to be the wisest person in the room, that comes naturally….no authorization required.
  310. No part of my job requires a case of AAA batteries.
  311. Exotic hats are not part of my wardrobe for video conference calls.
  312. I am not responsible for the hacking attack on the DNC in the 2016 elections and will stop alluding to that in conversations.
  313. I will not sneak into the Job Description database and making humorous additions to people’s JD’s such as “Responsible for all security failings in the firm,” or “Asshat in Charge of Hosting Debacles.”
  314. “Mental midgets” is apparently a derogatory term that I shouldn’t use to describe my alleged peers.
  315. I should not rejoice that the negative reorg impacts are at the top tier of leadership.  (But I AM…)
  316. Setting up a betting pool about the forced retirement dates of senior leaders is not billable to any charge code.
  317. I may not impose sanctions.
  318. I will not tie the interns to a chair and make them pull me like sled dogs through the halls yelling “Mush you huskies!”
  319. I do not have diplomatic immunity within the company.
  320. I will not change my clothes in the glass atrium elevators.
  321. The break area is not my private dojo for practicing martial arts.  In fact, practicing martial arts at work is also a no-no.
  322. I am not authorized to do face painting in the office.
  323. Hiring a possum is not the same as hiring a Cloud Engineer.  (Good to know…)
  324. I will stop prefacing my remarks by saying that “I received this information from an alternate reality where things actually work…”
  325. I am not to organize any farting, belching, or body odor contests in the office.
  326. I will not erect idols of “The IT gods” Nor am I an IT god. (I beg to differ on this but for the sake of argument, I’ll let it go.
  327. Biting Sarcasm is not one of my core leadership strengths nor can it be found on our personal development site.
  328. “Continue screwing up pivot tables,” is not an acceptable annual career goal, however realistic.
  329. I will cease using the phrase “I told you so, moron,” when I did just that.
  330. I will stop using the word “Stupidshitfuckface,” in my stakeholder plans.
  331. I will not create my own standard PowerPoint templates for a project.  I will not use the Wingdings or Greek fonts in those non-standard templates.  Fuck you!
  332. I will not chant “Shame” and ring a tolling bell when a senior leader has her farewell gathering.
  333. I will halt pointing out how right I really am when leaders are totally wrong.
  334. I will not post to my private blog during work hours.  After work, everything is game…mutherfuckers.
  335. I am not authorized to test our internet security nor is it part of my job.
  336. I will stop bringing up embarrassing news reports about our vendors WITH our vendors.  Apparently they don’t like reality or something.
  337. Leaving notes on shared workspaces like, “Strategy – Listen to the voices in my head.”  or “I know where she hid his body!” is considered disruptive (and entertaining).
  338. “Fuck no!” is apparently not one of the accepted responses when asked, “Can you do this?”
  339. Reminding managers of things I’m waiting on from them by being snarky is not permissible.
  340. One does not tinkle in the workstream.
  341. Bringing up that the task could only be accomplished via time travel or a time machine doth not please leadership.
  342. I may not use a change network to perform menial tasks around my house.
  343. I am not authorized to call in artillery or an airstrike on one of our offices (or an employee’s home).
  344. Writing “Do Not Erase!” on every whiteboard in the office with something left on them is considered bad form.
  345. There is no “Party Planning Authority,” or “Party Planning Committee.”  I am to stop sending people to meet with them.
  346. I do not have authority to create and publish my own newsletter.  Especially one with my own cartoons of co-workers.
  347. Responding “Thanks for caring,” when a douchebag says a demeaning comment comes across as snarky to some people.  (It was intended to, I just didn’t know they were smart enough to identify sarcasm.)
  348. I will stop writing cryptic messages in the Men’s room stalls.
  349. I am to stop cutting out wildlife images out of National Geographic and hanging them in front of the security cameras just to fuck with Building Security.
  350. I do not have my own personal values statement or code of connection.
  351. I am not to quote Yoda in response to questions about my plans.  Nor am I to speak in a Yoda voice or use his sentence structure.  “Banned from doing that I am.”
  352. Song and dance routines are prohibited.  “Thanks for sharing.”
  353. “I told you this would happen,” apparently does not bring the matter to a close.  So noted.
  354. I cannot solve my problems by declaring my candidacy for any public office.
  355. I am not authorized to film my own documentary at work…especially during meetings.
  356. Laughing out loud during reorganization discussions does not garner the support I expected.
  357. I will not take control of my new boss’s boss’s slide deck during his team kick off meeting.  (Krista actually did this – quite funny)
  358. I am not a “Special Conductor” in charge of the Amtrak coach car when traveling to or from NYC.
  359. I am not to ask the United Airlines Customer Service staff, “Do you own a fucking map?” when they rebook me to get home from New York to Washington DC via Cleveland.  (Did it, loved it)
  360. “That old battleaxe” is not a box on the org chart.
  361. Sycophant is not a business competency and I am to cease referring to it as such.
  362. “Fuck it – I don’t know,” is not an appropriate response to the query, “What is your plan?”
  363. I am to stop using the word, “Geostrategic” simply to confuse my peers.
  364. I am to stop muttering “Dracarus” on calls, when I hear something I don’t agree with.  (Though the mental picture of the person burning is oddly satisfying.)
  365. I am to be super-dooper thankful that I got a whopping 18 minute interview with such an important and clearly focused person.  Eighteen minutes?  Owning my own career.
  366. Turning down a job you didn’t interview for and didn’t want is apparently considered “bad form” by the “leadership.”  So noted.  Again – owning my own career.  (It was the same idiot that gave me an 18 minute interview.)
  367. Apparently there is a fine line between being blunt and being crude.  I am unaware of where that line is and I am to stop spending time seeking it out.
  368. Apparently no one likes my colorful metaphors during meetings.
  369. Demoification (the removal of anything related to Mo, our former CIO) is not a word I am to use in status reports.
  370. Being unqualified to do my job does not get me out of the work.  That’s odd.
  371. I will stop referring to one of my project managers as Cersei Lannister despite the fact that she actually kinda looks like her.
  372. I will stop suggesting, “Pull your head out of your ass,” as a solution.
  373. Calling, “Dibs on all his stuff,” is not the appropriate response when your boss’s boss announces he has been let go.
  374. My French and Spanish accents needs some work.  Until perfected, I am not to practice it on conference calls – according to HR.
  375. I do not possess the means to travel to another dimension “where someone gives an ass about your stupid idea.”
  376. I will stop using the phrase, “A job title does not imply or impart any degree of intelligence,” at the start of any of my rebuttals.  It upsets (or confuses) the Director-level folks apparently.
  377. No one cares that I was in Fast Company magazine because they weren’t. I was, in fact interviewed by Fast Company, complete with pictures.

    Yeah – I’m that guy…
  378. Saying, “She’s not that big of a bitch,” or “He’s not a super-asshole,” is not the compliment I intended it to be.
  379. The voices inside my head are usually wrong, per my manager.  Am not!
  380. “You’re brighter than you look,” is not really a compliment.
  381. Halloween is not an invitation for me to dress in my Star Trek uniform for video calls.  Also, I am to have the decency to lie when asked, “That’s a cute costume…do you have young kids?”  Saying “no” creeps out everyone on the call.
  382. “Monkeys throwing their feces at each other is more organized than this place,” is not a valid or accepted critique of the new organization structure.  Nor is, “This place is as fucked up like a soup sandwich,” or the ever popular, “This place is as fucked up a football bat.”
  383. It has been recommended that I find out whose “dumb ass idea” it was to begin with, before I begin mocking it.  (I honestly don’t care, but it was suggested…)
  384. Documenting management’s use of buzzwords and consultancy phrases upsets some of them (while entertaining the rest of us.)
  385. Replacing the word “retard” with the phrase “fu*king stupid,” in my workplace vocabulary apparently is not an upgrade nor does it add a level of clarity.
  386. Loading my phone with “entertaining” ringtones and setting them off in the background of conference calls is not as funny as I like to believe.
  387. I am not to drop hints that the vendor is conspiring to make certain managers look bad.
  388. Being the oldest person in the room does not grant me special powers or any authority.
  389. I will stop impersonating a director just because of my gray hair.
  390. I am to stop calling my theft of office supplies as a “restocking exercise.”  I am also not allowed to turn it into a teaming event.
  391. “Oh yeah, well I have 346,000 references to me according to Google!” is not considered a valid argument as to why I am right.
  392. “No offense, but we’ve tried this same thing before and failed because you didn’t implement it correctly,” is not what leadership wants to hear.
  393. Deliberately using a teamwork event as a source for blog posts is bad…according to my co-workers.
  394. I do not know what will trigger the end of the world and I should stop implying that it is one of leadership’s bad ideas that starts it all.
  395. I will not refer to our leadership as pale, male, and stale. It is true, but they hate hearing it.
  396. I will not imply that the “long poles in the tent,” refers to parts of the male anatomy. I am also to stop mocking the moron that used that phrase.
  397. I am not “an avenging force” in the office despite my Skype status.
  398. I will not alter the scripts used for layoffs to “make them more hilarious.”
  399. Why yes, I DO have a hell of a lot of nerve. Thank you for asking.
  400. No one cares about the serial killers I know.  They should though.
  401. I will stop acting utterly surprised when someone comes up with a good idea.  Offering them a treat as a reward is also in bad form.
  402. I am to stop creating monsters in my D&D campaign named or based on department leaders.  Thus ends the terror of the Osbornonsaurus and the Poly-hacker.
  403. I will cease using words like Transmorphable or any other that I have made up, regardless of how funny they are.
  404. I am to stop pointing out that if someone has screwed something up seven times, that they are an abysmal failure or director-level material.
  405. When a leader says “How dare you?” they are not looking for a detailed response or answer (which I had prepared).  They are looking for a me to take a big sip out of a cup of Shut-the-Fuck-Up.  Good to know.
  406. There is no CIO Throne.  Nor is there an IT Dungeon under the data center in Secaucus.
  407. I do not have the authority to create my own mentorship program.
  408. No one want to hear their team “defines a new level of uselessness.”
  409. Making people cry is not a competency.
  410. I am to stop pointing out ridiculous wastes such as having me travel for 9 hours round trip for a 1.25 hour meeting in NYC (true story)
  411. “Sausage making” has nothing to do with making real sausage.  So showing up in a butcher’s apron with a meat cleaver is a definite no-no.
  412. I will no longer refer to senior leaders as “executive-level hiring mistakes.”
  413. I am to stop referring to the “middle management permafrost” as if it was a real thing.
  414. The phrase, “The only good reorganization is a dead reorganization,” is not respected by my leadership.
  415. When a leader says they are taking a few days off, it is inappropriate for me to cheer.  It makes them feel bad and I’m supposed to feel bad about that.
  416. I should only apply to jobs based on what is in the dark recesses head of the hiring manager, not on the job description or posting.
  417. There is no sanctioned “firm prayer” and I should stop trying to convince the new hires one exists.
  418. I am not allowed to yell, “Liar, liar pants on fire,” during vendor presentations. (I didn’t do it when they were in the room, what’s the big deal?)
  419. I am not allowed to play (experiment) with the thermostat during firm meetings. This includes removing the cover (Marked “Do not remove”) and manually adjusting it.
  420. I am not an authorized technician for any hardware issues.  Corollary, I am not allowed to use a hammer during the work day.  It’s not one of my tools – not even for change management.
  421. I am not to adjust the lighting or room temperature to set the mood for vendor presentations.
  422. Chuckling during a two-hour vendor presentation, especially at the serious parts, is apparently not permissible.
  423. The answer to the question, “Why are you putting this out to bid to us?” is not “Because our leadership is mentally unbalanced and makes us waste our time on pointless exercises.”
  424. I am to stop referring to team dinners as “Firm-Mandated Fun.”  Nor are they to be called, “Pointless required socialization with my inferiors.”
  425. I am to stop humming funeral dirges when Margaret is talking.
  426. I am to stop ordering parts to build my own robot.  Apparently it is not considered team building to try and create your own team members from scratch is not allowed.
  427. I will stop deliberately sending out the list of open job requisitions to the most paranoid members of the department. It was quite funny though.
  428. When sent to India, I am not to ignore the teaming events because of the monsoons.
  429. I am to stop pointing out that the firm sends me to the hot places in the summer, the cold places in the winter.
  430. I am not to contact the US Embassy in India when travelling there, just to, “Hear an American voice or something I can understand.”  This request comes from the US Embassy staff I might add. Apparently their post on the web site about Americans checking in was not serious.
  431. “Wow you folks have a lot of call centers here,’ is not a good start to a live meeting in India.
  432. The Ethics Hotline is not a plaything.
  433. When asked by a leader, “What do you mean my product is shit?” the appropriate response is not, “You seriously don’t know what shit is?
  434. I am not to try and purchase a pet monkey named “Apu” while visiting India.  Nor am I to purchase him a cowboy outfit.  Nor will customs allow him into the US.
  435. My solution cannot consist of: “I will get all Game of Thrones/Ramsey Bolton on his ass.”
  436. I am to stop thanking people when they are abusive to me in meetings (actually, this was sarcasm and was totally wasted on the audience in question.)
  437. I am to stop requesting my annual raise verification email.  Apparently they don’t send them out when you make so pathetically little.
  438. The Mentoring Program is not a form of slave labor – per HR’s discussion with me.
  439. I am not to assume I have authority to do whatever I want just because I chair the peer network.  This was actually expressed as, “you have no authority – period!”
  440. Calling a decision a “Dick-move,” apparently offends some people more than once – sexually and authority-wise.  Given I have referred to the offending party before as “Dickless” it does seem a bit inappropriate to me.
  441. Discussing your recent medical procedure, in detail, prior to the start of a call, is off-putting to some attendees.  Discussing it during the call is not permissible.
  442. I am not allowed to organize online parties where the attendees drink and fill out the firm’s culture survey.
  443. I may not form my own religion then demand off “Holy Days” such as Saint Patton’s Day or Trumptoberfest!
  444. My advice as a mentor is not to include firearms, explosives, or use the words, “Going postal…”
  445. Accusing someone as being a witch is not as funny as I like to think it is.  Nor is offering to go fetch their broom a help in such discussions.
  446. There is no charge code for “Feeling Melancholy” nor should I put in a request for one to be generated.
  447. I am not “empowered.”  In fact, it would be best if I did not use that word.
  448. Creating a class on “Working with Douchebag Leaders” is not in my job description, nor is sending out an invite to the class to all of the team allowed.  Sidebar:  It should scare everyone that I got a 92% acceptance on the invitation.
  449. I am not to refer to the CTO as “Princess.”  He really hates that.
  450. I am not to refer to Project Mercury as Project Sloth, despite the fact it is three years overdue.  The Mercury team has no sense of humor and claims they delivered, “On Time.”  I will also not point out that by changing your delivery dates is not the same as actually meeting them.
  451. Wearing a Burger King crown during video conference calls is verboten.
  452. I am not allowed to create or suggest affinity groups.
  453. I am not permitted to point out that the people empowered by leadership to make decisions really don’t have that power.
  454. I do not get an approved holiday for elections in the US…especially not in April.
  455. I am not to ask senior leadership for feedback…every quarter…two or more times.  They are far too important to give a peon like me feedback.
  456. I will stop telling upper management that I need software in order to be creative just to be funny.  Clearly they don’t get it.
  457. I am not permitted to host my awards show for the department…nor may I broadcast it.
  458. The personal branding class does not involve branding irons.
  459. Uncontrolled laughter is often not what the leaders want to hear when they pitch their brilliant idea.  I am to make better use of the mute button.
  460. I am to stop pointing out the irony of people being promoted past me, who ask ME for advice.  Most don’t get it.
  461. I am not permitted to rewrite our department (or company’s) mission statement – ever.  Apparently the use of the word “fuck” in a mission statement is a no-no.  Who knew?
  462. I should not request a new charge code be created so I can binge watch the Kardashians or the Bachelorette.
  463. I am not allowed to create my own recycling bins.
  464. I am to stop saying, “Chronodiversity.”  It makes leaders nervous – they thought they had laid off all of the older employees already.
  465. The comment, “Ponytail’s are for jackasses,” is considered, by some, as insensitive. I’m sorry, but someone has to say it out loud – otherwise you are contributing to hair and style abuse in the workplace.
  466. Pointing out security flaws just to get another leader in trouble is not “professionally considerate.”  It is, however, a blast. Zoom!
  467. I do not have the authority to mount a sting operation for Dateline.
  468. It is not my job function to write rebuttals to new personnel announcements – regardless of accuracy or humor-level.
  469. My Italian accent is not fully appreciated or enticed.
  470. When asked to teach a diversity and inclusiveness class, I should not respond with, “You do know I’m an old white guy, right?” Totally did this.
  471. When a colleague asks an icebreaker question, “What would James Bond do?” Responding, “Have a plan to kill everyone in the room as quickly and effectively as possible” does not, apparently, break the ice.

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Office Humor: Actual Workplace Quotations


Over the last few decades I have made a point of capturing some wonderful quotes at work and documenting them.  Some are mine, others are from brilliant coworkers who shall remain nameless.  As I approach my early retirement (28 days, 4 hours, 48 minutes – but who’s counting?) I thought I would share some of these gems, if only for the humor-factor. Many of the guilty parties associated with these have moved on, though some still remain.

  • “We’re looking up the ass of the dead dog with fleas.”  We got this one from The Apprentice and it became the basis for this list.
  • “This must be the KY part of the discussion.” Blaine
  • “I’m not being critical, I’m being elitist.”
  • During a review of a promotion candidate:  “If he saw the ball on the middle of the field, he would pick it up and run with it.” “Okay, but what if we were playing golf?” Blaine.
  • This is a case of, “Lift and present.” What Blaine was told to do during a testicular ultrasound, incorporating the phrase at work. “Interesting slide deck, please, lift and present.”
  • “Any jackass can burn down a barn.”
  • “Why buy a dog and then bark yourself?”
  • “I do not wish to lie to you.”
  • “Words are important.”  “Some words are apparently more important than others.”
  • “She couldn’t find his ass with a flashlight and both hands.”
  • “Who be ‘we’?”
  • “We could line up 12 dead guys with him and he still wouldn’t be a rated a 5.”
  • “That was you…you moron?!”
  • “The nice thing about standards is that there are so many to choose from.”
  • “Would you like syrup on that waffle?”
  • “It just seems a little evil…”
  • “We’ll decide that once we find someone to fart in Jay’s chair…”  I can only assume Jay had a gas issue.


  • “Congratulations; so now what are you going to do?” In other words, you were successful, but that was in the past…like five minutes ago.
  • “One of our values is watching our backs.”
  • “That is one of the keys to our excess…”   He meant to say, “Success”
  • “JayFest 05” – The week of events leading up to Jay’s moving to a new role, including lunches, two cakes, and a self-planned party.
  • “Look, you could invent penicillin but if you are not on the list to get a 4 rating this year, you’re not going to get it.”
  • “It could be worse…no, wait, I was wrong.” Blaine
  • “Even a blind squirrel occasionally finds a nut.”
  • “I lost my sanity — my curiosity is all that’s left.”  Blaine
  • “Few things in life are solved with the application of another layer of management.” Blaine
  • “I honestly didn’t know that he was there for me.”
  • “What do you have to do to get fired around here?”
  • “May I say something?” “That depends, is it good?”  Blaine
  • “At the end of this you’ll be thanking us for solving this issue for you.”
  • “We have security through obscurity…” (I personally think this is a great T-shirt logo)
  • “We need to communicate the value of the bell curve in personnel ratings.” Here’s a hint, there is no value to the bell curve in ratings for the employee.  Duh.
  • “Add that to our ugly list.”
  • “What is that sound?”  “That’s the mower, I’m mowing right now.”  “I thought you were working today.”  “I am.”  “Look, if it involves grass at all, it’s not work.”
  • “It’s okay to play the role of devil’s advocate.  But if you don’t tell anyone you’re doing it, you’re just being an asshole.”
  • “We’re good at telling people what they should do not necessarily providing them with what they need to do.”
  • “He had a heart attack.”  “Gee, that’s hard to believe, given his lifestyle of, well, rich food.”  “Not to mention, sloth.” “Oh yeah, can’t forget that.”
  • “Whatever solution you use, think globally.”  “How, exactly, do I do that?  I mean we aren’t anywhere near done yet”  “You know, picture a globe…”
  • “Blaine, sometimes you are just evil.  90% of the time you’re good and productive, but 10% of the time you are evil-Blaine – you are disruptive, morale lowering, and corruptive.”  This was a manager wrongly accusing me of giving him anonymous negative feedback.  He was specifically told to not try and indentify the person that gave him the feedback, so he did the exact opposite of that.  PS.  Nothing inspires me more to write incredible negative feedback than to be wrongly accused of writing negative feedback.  More on this in another blog post.
  • “Good morning everyone.”  “I’m not so sure that I can commit to it being a ‘good morning’ just yet.  It’s still too early in the day.”
  • “Assigned to ‘Special Projects’?  Well I guess that entitles her to a small seat on the little yellow bus.”


  • “You’d think people would respond to a threat of fire a little more than ignoring it.” This was when Dell computer batteries were igniting.
  • “I have knowledge now — next month I should have more knowledge.”
  • “From my accountant’s mind—”  “You’re kidding right?  ‘Accountant’s mind?’ I mean, this is the sixth time I’ve explained Standard Deviation to you.” Blaine
  • “Guys, are we morons — or are we intelligent morons?”
  • “I think Blaine should do it all,” Bob.  “I think Bob is full of shit,” Blaine replied.
  • “Is “mis-remembering” even a word?”
  • “I will endeavor to find new ways to suck in order to be successful.” Blaine
  • “The list isn’t sorting.”  “Are you sure?  When I click on it it sorts.  It just doesn’t display the numbers in ascending or descending order.”  “Uh, that’s the definition of sorting.”  “Right–I can fix that.”
  • “I appreciate everyone responding vocally about the plan, that’s what this project is all about.”  “So this project is about being vocal???” Blaine
  • “I’ll send your name to the project manager to coordinate….  oh wait…  I don’t have one of those…”
  • “When the system goes down there seems to be some functionality that is lost.”  “Isn’t that what happens when the system goes down?”  Blaine
  • “If it involves grass in any way, it’s not work.”  Blaine to a manager about the annual golf outing.
  • “Do you golf?”  “I used to…then I wised up.”  Blaine
  • “It’s a Cannon and a Canyon.  They’ve fired a cannonball across the canyon and decided that is the best way to get across — regardless of the fact everyone is telling them that they need to build a bridge.”
  • “Technically we did deliver on time.”  “Sounds like the customer feels differently.”  Blaine
  • “If you’re calling to chew my ass, I want you to know that the line in front of you was long, distinguished, and they didn’t leave much.”  Blaine
  • Follow-on – “You’re currently suffering from noassatall.”
  • “Does anyone here think that a four minute response time is going to be a show stopper?”  “You are kidding, right?” Blaine
  • Blaine on Status Reporting:  “How can the development team be reporting everything Green and Yellow?  For God’s sake, they spent millions of dollars on an application that was rejected by the customer and the Americas CIO and is five months behind schedule.  I don’t think that’s all green and yellow.  There might be at least a hint of freaking orange in there!”
  • “You need to define ‘slow.'”  “My definition of slow is someone that has to ask the definition of the word, ‘slow’.”  Blaine
  • “He’ll build you the space shuttle when what you ask for is a toaster.”
  • “The way Mexico is acting lately, we call them, ‘South Canada.'”
  • “Is the global mail template really global?”  “That’s what the “global” part stands for.”  Blaine
  • “Blaine the recurring meeting you invited me to has sessions in the past.  Please univite me to the sessions that have already occurred.”  Blaine:  “Please disregard the sessions in the past.  You do not have attend them.”  Especially since that would involve time travel!!!
  • “Rubbing your forehead against a cheese grater would be less painful than dealing with them.”
  • “I’m thinking we’ll have (support) do a reach out to our 4000 users.”  “I think that call is above your pay grade,” Blaine
  • “When are they going to get this meeting started?” “When the other Mensa members show up.”  Blaine
  • “She needs to put down the crack pipe.”
  • “I’m confused – no, wait, I don’t care.”  Blaine
  • “Never before have so many, worked so hard, for so few, for so little.”  Blaine
  • “We are changing our staffing model…” Manager A – introducing a new way to say “layoffs”
  • “Today was a total waste of makeup,”
  • “I feel uncomfortable when things are normal.”
  • “There’s no accounting for psychotic…”
  • “…they’re not being laid off, they’re being co-sourced…”
  • “It’s all about the group grope…everyone has to have their say on everything.”
  • “They don’t need Quickr…they need Smarter.” Blaine
  • “Okay, who put the crazy juice in the NJ water supply this morning?”
  • “I’m sorry I’m late, I had a different idea in my head,”
  • “I would have been on the call but we’ve had a lot of rain lately.”
  • “It’s hard to picture her being happy without a bloody body at her feet.”  Blaine
  • “That will make the monkey jump…” “We’re making monkey’s jump?”
  • “Sixty-seven-percent of New Yorkers are depressed because the light at the end of the tunnel is Jersey”.
  • “She didn’t fall from grace – she jumped from grace.”  Blaine
  • “Let me check, you may be on the failure list.”  “We have a failure list?  It must be long.”  Blaine
  • “There’s busy, then there’s Don Busy.”  Don’s opinion of how much he’s working
  • “He’s a random force of nature. Like a fart in the wind.”
  • “We need one throat to choke.”  One of our illustrious leaders giving us another inspiring one-liner.
  • “It’s a horse in the back and a cow in the front.”
  • “What can you tell us that isn’t public knowledge?”
  • “We don’t have People First, we have People Strange.”  Blaine
  • “Apparently outside of work, I’m some sort of genius.”  Blaine
  • “A kick under the table can be an effective management tool.”
  • “We need to have a big pow wow in the wigwam.”  “That seems like it is insulting to some folks.”
  • “I feel like a kid that’s been thrown into the deep end without any floaters”
  • “Looks like they may have to dust off her coffin…”
  • “He’s not lying, he’s being economical with the truth…”
  • “I could pull of the Miracle on the Hudson and still not get a promotion.”
  • “Why is he on the call?”  “I told him this project was a shit-show.”
  • “Ideation?  Oh please…it’s more like flatulation!”
  • “Don’t let the angry thoughts in my head come out of my mouth as words.”

Please feel free to share this with your friends – or enemies/coworkers.

Retiring? Here are the most humorous things to send in your retirement/departure email – Office Humor


As I move to early retirement (so that I could write full-time), I started thinking about the farewell email message I might send. Being somewhat evil and a tad creative; this made me generate a list of lines that any retiree should be able to leverage in their goodbye to their organization. When your time comes to cut that umbilical cord/remove the ankle monitor; pick and use those that are most appropriate! Even better, combine these to create a really awesome departure message.

My own message that I have planned is a tad epic and months in the making.  Until then, this will have to tide people over.  ENJOY!

I would say I will miss you all, but let’s be frank – some of you are utter douchebags.  (I have kept a list!)

I will miss the office supply cabinet which has put three of my kids through college.

It was either retire or climb up on the roof with a scoped rifle and play “Duck duck goose,” the hard way.  My aim just isn’t what it used to be either.  Frankly, I just didn’t want to give any of you the time on the evening news calling me a, “Loner.”  I hope you appreciate my choice to simply retire.

I will no longer be party to the insanity that you call, “work.”  I have been an accomplice to this madness for far too long.

I would like to extend to all of you an invitation to my retirement dinner.  Unfortunately the company has cut back on this, especially in light of the amazing lack of work I have done over the years.  Instead I would invite you to join me in splitting a Happy Meal (with fries!).

The ongoing hostage situation (which I refer to as a career) has finally come to an end as I hereby announce my retirement/escape.

My plans upon leaving is to break into meth production.  From what I saw on the documentary “Breaking Bad,” it has a lot more potential than when I was here.

I miss you all…with every shot that I took.  You lucky bastards…

Should any of you need me, I will be glad to come back as a consultant – if you can afford my rates.  Hint – You can’t.  And even if you could, bear in mind I don’t need the gig and am likely to be much more vocal since I no longer have to worry about my ongoing employment.

Until I worked here, I never fully appreciated the phrase, “Going postal.” Thank you all for that.

This is probably a good time to tell you that Suzy is the one that has been stealing your lunches.  Do what you will with that knowledge.

My leaving allows you to blame the next four months of your failures on me.  Consider this a parting gift.

If I were to relate this place to a movie, it would The Shawshank Redemption and I’m off to my job as a bagger at the grocery store.

My departure at this time was my favorite quarterly goal I ever achieved that has mattered.

I will not miss the horrible food that the company provides for working lunches.  Rubber-chicken-salad-sandwich-wraps a meal doth not make.

I am trading a padded cell for a chaise lounge chair on a beach. Who’s winning now bitches?

As part of my retirement, I intend to dedicate myself to answering the greatest riddle plaguing mankind – “Why did I come into this room in the first place?”

I am pleased to say that I have attended my final company-mandated fun event (social events we are required to attend)

The good news – I’m leaving.  The bad news – I’m sending senior leadership a message explaining how you all actually spend your time here.

Now that I am leaving, it is probably a good time to tell you what is in the cafeteria’s Wednesday Special.  Hint – what animal meows?

As I move on, I leave you with this one thought.  When the company orders in lunch, they are not doing you a favor.  They are essentially telling you to work through lunch and keep the costs down by eating the food we have selected for you – regardless of your tastes or desires.  Yeah, I won’t miss that shit.

I can finally go to the bathroom when I need to, not when the meeting is over.  My body functions are finally my own!

The horribly incriminating photographic and documentary evidence of your collective incompetence will be posted to the web two hours after my departure.  Sucks to be you.

To those of you remaining, “May the odds ever be in your favor.”

I appreciate all of you sending me your resume’s.  That isn’t how retirement works unless you want a job mowing my yard.  I get it, it’s an instinctive reaction when one of us “goes over the wall.”

For the last two years I have been working on a secret project for the company to monitor employee internet access.  You people disgust me!

As I move onto my next stage of life I do so with the knowledge that I will never again have to fill out a timesheet, and that is something exciting.

From this point on, when I travel, I can eat dinner where I want and with whom I want.  No more team dinners at places I would never desire eating at in the first place.

I do not desire a farewell party…but would like the cash option instead.

Don’t worry about how I will spend my time – I’m going to write a tell-all book about this place, naming names and implicating the guilty. Oh, wait – you SHOULD worry.

I finally understand what it means when I hear, “Get a life!”

As I depart, I want you to know that the toilet paper in the men’s room is made of the crushed souls of those who have gone before me.  That is why it is so thin that you can see through it.

My departure means my work has to be done by some of you.  Suckers!

The only barking dog I have to deal with is my own – not yours on some conference call.

In leaving I acknowledge that my entire career has been built on the premise of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was going to stay, then I realized one thing – I never intended to do or liked this job in the first place.

They say you own your own career…so I’m owning this part.  Good bye!

I bid farewell to the wasted time before the start of a meeting when we ask about the weather.  The only weather I care about is my own.

Say what you will about me after I’m gone – but I will never dread Monday’s again.

I will never again cringe because someone hits reply all.  That doesn’t happen out in the real world.

I’m officially a quitter.  Totally comfortable with that new title too.

I would love to tell you that I’m spending my retirement time doing volunteer work – but I think we all know that’s not happening.

I will never have to scrounge like a beggar for a phone line, office space, privacy or a wifi signal.

It is important for you to know I will never have to deal with information security out in the real world.

Sadly my departure means that the war crimes cases against most of our senior leadership will never go to trial.  I am leaving behind my extensive records, should anyone else want to take up the cause.

As a parting gift to all of you, I laced the coffee with laxative and have stolen all of the toilet paper in the building.  Cheers!

I intend to dedicate my retirement years to medical research work – namely I will be conducting a personal study on the effects of alcohol and sleeping in on longevity.  Look forward to my results…

As you toil away at your jobs, know this – I will never again have to take mandatory training on something that has no applicability to my life ever again. In the real world we call this, “Winning!”

I will miss this place during the holidays…when I would come in and steal tape and scissors for wrapping holiday gifts.

I look forward to my last hour when the company finally removes my obedience ankle monitor and sets me free.

The changes to my dress code will be minimal, adding in a “pants optional” for Wednesdays. Also I have added “VERY casual Fridays.”  So if you are planning to visit, I’d recommend other days to do so.

I will be reducing the number of people that don’t listen to my pearly words of wisdom and witty insights down to my dog and my wife.

Retirement will finally give me time to perfect my Death Ray that I have been working on, though it will limit the number of targets since I will no longer have coworkers.

Leadership finally achieved something — they convinced me it was time to get the hell out of this place.

My retirement plans include me becoming that old fart that yells at the kids for getting on his lawn.

I will no longer receive emails annually encouraging me to donate money to the company-favored charities or causes I don’t believe in.

My first week away from work will be spent responding to robocalls about my truck’s warranty expiration, Microsoft detecting problems with my account, fending off arrest by the IRS, and issues with my Apple account. I intend to waste these bastards time to the point where they never bother me again.

Once I leave I cannot foresee the need to do a conference call ever again in my life.

Know this, I will only change my passwords when I choose to do so!

Going forward when I say something inappropriate or insensitive to others, the only ones that can report me are my wife and my dog – and the dog isn’t talking (we have an agreement that is treat-based).

I will never roll out of bed early for a meeting, log on, only to find that during the night, someone cancelled it.

My parting gift to all of you is that I sent a list of your work and cell phone numbers to every telemarking firm I could find on the dark web.  Enjoy!

The only reorganizing that will impact my life is what I do in the garage at my leisure.

For all of you, my departure means that you will have ample office supplies, since I will no longer be taking them home in bulk.

I would like to schedule time to have lunch with you now and then and get caught up with stuff going on at work…but I really don’t care and you’ll be all rushed so that you can get back to that all-important next meeting.  You know, it’s just not worth my investment of time.

I am afraid I have to cancel the traditional farewell dinner for my retirement.  Apparently the company will not spring for stripper poles…so this is totally on them.

There are several pieces of work that I nearly have completed that I want you to finish and take credit for.  Aw, fuck it…you’ll figure them out for yourself.

If I eat in a cafeteria I will do so because I want to, not because it is the only dining option before I run to my next meeting.  PS.  I will never want to eat in a cafeteria again.

I will not have to make sure I have a badge to go and return from a trip to the bathroom.

Retirement means I will no longer have to keep a list of idiotic acronyms just so I can converse with people around me.  In fact, “people around me,” will consist of my dog and my wife…which is a marked improvement.

My “annual review” will consist of turning my head and coughing — which is still preferable to the painful and agonizing process of having someone give me mindless and often pointless feedback to justify a shitty raise.

Since I am no longer limited by the firm’s designated holidays, I am implementing the following additions to my calendar (replace with your own name where appropriate):

  • St. Blaine’s Day (Primarily a drinking holiday – date assigned at random by me.)
  • The Fifth of Pardoe (Celebrated on the 5th of November)
  • BlainetoberFest – It’s just Octoberfest but with more me.  We drink, wear lederhosen, play the bagpipes, fight, have belching contests, pin the tail on the politician, liar-liar-set-your-pants-on-fire, you know…traditional BlainetoberFest events.
  • Margarita Appreciation Day (A floating holiday – get it?)
  • Non-Labor Day (March 1 – six months away from Labor Day)  This day commemorates all of us that no longer work full time and mocks those that do.
  • Parole Day (commemorating my last day at work – usually proceeded by Parole-Eve, which involves presents)
  • Pardoeween (You put on a super hero t-shirt and go to other retiree’s houses and do shots)

In order to prove I am a retiree, I will be starting to pack for trips at least two weeks prior to the date of travel (this seems to be a thing – though I am not sure why.)

When I set an alarm, it will be for something I want to do…as opposed to something I have to do.

I will be meeting people via the organizations I will be joining – namely the NRA and AARP (I finally have time to read their literature.)

My departure from the company means that the threat level for workplace violence has dropped from Orange to Amber.  Shit could still go down, but it won’t involve me.

When I travel from this point on, it is for book tours, holidays, or because I want to.  The only approval I have to get is that of my wife and I don’t need a charge code, email verification, written PPD authorization, nor will the firm chose where I stay and how much I can spend.

Just so you know, I intend to spend my first day of freedom prying the tiny diamond out of my company pin and seeing how much I can get for it.

Machines will no longer control me.  Rather than reminders in Outlook, my time will be measured by when the dog needs to go out and when the mail arrives.   No more calendars or Skype messages dinging to tell me what to do next.

While you are inadvertently aggravating coworkers over email, I will be deliberately upsetting people via social media…just for the grins.

All of those tchotchke’s I have from the firm from training events, anniversaries, and meetings?  It is my intent to set them all on fire and watch them burn slowly. It will be toxic and fun at the same time.  I no longer have a desire to keep the block of plastic that commemorates my 20th anniversary here.

While I will be taking some classes that I desire which are fun and will be adding to my creativity and character; you will be taking courses on password management, diversity and inclusiveness, and blockchain.  Suckers!

The only cloud I will give a shit about is the ones out on a sunny day.  Sidebar:  I will actually get to go outside on a sunny day in the middle of the week.  Ha!

As a parting gift to those of you still stuck here, I have hidden some career enabling materials in the  office including photos of our department head having sex with a goat (blackmail material), tape recordings of the senior leaders plotting the next wave of layoffs (complete with names and dates), and the REAL strategic plan for the team.  These are hidden somewhere in the office and will assist you in your careers.  Have at it! (Sometimes I just do shit to watch the chaos.)

I am more than willing to come back as a contractor to do the job that I never was rewarded for doing in the first place.  PS.  I seriously doubt you can afford my rates.

Being retired means I will never again have to suppress a moan or groan in a meeting when I hear something utterly stupid.

You have to keep track of a limited number of vacation days (provided that the firm doesn’t force you to use them all at their whim.)  I only have to keep track of days that I have things I have to do.  Winning!

Know this – the only fully documented and flowcharted process I give a shit about going forward is…wait…I won’t have to give a shit about these things.

The phrase, “Mandatory Learning” will be purged from my personal lexicon.  Likewise I will not have to take tests and pass with 80% or better on anything in life other than my driver’s license.

No one will be defining my dress code other than my wife.  She has orders to shoot me on sight if I am seen wearing shorts, black socks, and sandals – FYI.  The same applies if I wear pants where the waist band is around my nipple region.

I invite the senior leadership of the organization to raise a glass and toast me as I leave.  Of course, I fully intend to lace their drinks with ExLax.  Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of guys.

Know this…as a retiree, I will never again have to waste time putting together a RACI chart that no one will ever read or use.  I cannot tell you how worthless every RACI chart ever assembled has been.  WON’T MISS THESE.

As I reflect back on my years here, I do have some regrets.  These regrets include:

  • Not kicking my 14th manager in the nuts (repeatedly).  It wouldn’t have changed anything but it would have made me feel better.  God that man was a moron.  Even to this day, the mental image of him doubled over clutching his freshly crushed scrotum with the imprint of my sneakers makes me smile.
  • I should have sold my soul early-on for promotion.  Unfortunately I possessed “values” and “morals” and a wise-ass mouth which prevented me from applying the appropriate amount of ass-kissing to advance my career.  No, wait, I take it back – I don’t regret this at all!
  • I wish I had stood up in a town hall, just once, and mooned our leadership team. God knows they deserve it.
  • Day drinking, as in, I should have taken this up.  It would have helped…or at least it couldn’t have hurt.  I regret not giving it a try.
  • I wish I had taken advantage of some of the training available to me.  Far too often I let the burdens of work overpower my desires for self-growth.  Worse, I had some managers that simply made attending such learning impossible…douchebags.
  • I should have stolen a LOT more in the way of office supplies.  And I should have branched out to stealing office furniture.  For the record, I did devise a plan for this.
  • I wish I had never worked overtime. I worked a lot of overtime in my years here – and it was almost always because of bad decisions by managers or a misguided belief that it helped my career.  I even took calls while on family vacations.  It was all an utter waste.  There was no reward – no extra compensation, for that lost time from my family.  It doesn’t help you get promoted but is held against you if you don’t do it.  I should have walked out the door and spent time with anyone other than my work colleagues.  Not one hour of overtime ever mattered.
  • I should have exploited travel/reward points over what was good for the firm.  So many people I know have abused travel policy to enrich their personal reward points at hotels and with airlines, it makes me nauseous.  I always did what was right for the firm, where they needlessly attended or held meetings out of country, added extra flight segments, stayed at more expensive hotels, etc.  I regret not being as a big a douchebag as many of my peers when it comes to abusing these policies for personal gain.
  • Every minute spent “polishing” a PowerPoint slide deck for some leader who couldn’t read to begin with.  All of those little tweaks that management felt were so important…a complete waste of time.

In my retirement, I will not have some corporate entity telling me what colors (four) or fonts (two) and what graphic images I can use while at the same time telling me they “encourage creativity.”

My email will no longer have a tag line attached to it that makes no sense, or is something I simply think is a joke.  I will write my own tag lines to life.

Throughout my career I have often had two to five managers at a time.  This often led to confusion, conflicting orders, and unnecessary tension.  In my retirement years the only person telling me what to do is my spouse, and I gleefully look forward to her input.

The only persons cutting my budget will be my financial advisor or my wife; and it won’t be random and arbitrary.

Unlike you, I will never have to update my resume’, Linkedin Profile, or anything related to my alleged career ever again.

I will be able to freely swear during the daytime without wondering if I am going to get a call from the Talent Team about my professionalism.  (Sidebar:  What a stupid name for a team, right?  Talent?  Really?)

Any meeting I attend going forward (and there will be damned few of them) will start on-time. The worst of you are those that show up late then ask to be caught up.  Seriously, you just aren’t that important.

There will be a time when you are sitting in a meeting and you know that if I was there, I would be making a funny face (usually in disgust) or throwing out a witty comment.  When that happens, know I will be only making funny faces and witty comments to either my dog or my wife…neither of which will think it is very humorous.

I have often felt that this place was an asylum and am ashamed that it took this long for me to formulate the proper escape plan.

I enter into retirement with a certain amount of glee…knowing I will never again have to sit on a project RAID call, rolling my eyes and fighting back the urge to sleep.

As I look back at my time here, one question keeps coming to me over and over…”Was it worth it?”  The answer to that is, “If it had been, I wouldn’t be retiring – duh!”

Now that I am done here, I intend to get a new role as an intern at another company.  I’m pursuing this to improve myself…and validate that I would rather work for nothing than work in his dump and suffer the constant humiliation and degradation that are the hallmarks of our leadership team.  Way to motivate!

I will miss the annual Christmas Party…in the same way I miss family reunions, getting my eyes dilated, colonoscopies, and root canal.  A plate of cheap h’orderves and two watered down drinks don’t instill the sense of loyalty you might think. I appreciated the annual reminder that you really don’t care.

I will never again strain during a three hour meeting to suppress a fart or hold my bladder for two hours while some manager pontificates on something that is of marginal importance.  I will go the bathroom and pass gas on my schedule, not my coworkers’.   Ahh….

None of the bad decisions I will do from this point on will be based on screwball and often faulty information from Gartner or the Corporate Board.  I will be using common sense and my own research, rather than relying on “expert” organizations that couldn’t find their ass with a flashlight and both hands.

Don’t think of this as me retiring…think of it as I have completed digging a tunnel out of this place and it only took me 25 years to reach the outside of the guard’s line.

As I ride off into the sunset, I would sum up my career with the following:  “In my defense, I was, for the most part, unsupervised during the majority of my working years.  This shit is all on you guys.”

As I depart I want to say, “It’s been real,” but that opens up the question, “real what?”  Really depressing?  Really aggravating?  Really a waste of time?  Really a model of how to not run a business?  Really a testimony to the folly of mankind?  Really a case study in idiotic management?  Wow, this is a really impressive list.

Retiring means that I will no longer need to curtail my language so as to avoid insulting anyone in a message or phone call.  I will call out bullshit, assholes, dumb-fucks, and anything else I want.  I will be able to use phrases like “You fuckety-fuck-fucking-fuck-face,” and now worry about HR giving me a call.  I’m retired bitches!  I have no HR in my life other than my wife.

In retirement I will no longer have to up my intake of blood pressure medication prior to the release of the annual promotion list.  I still reserve the right to say, “WTF?” should you call and tell me which morons got advanced.  I simply will stop caring about it.

Now that I am retiring, I will not have to take part in company programs that pander to the millennials and their numerous sensitivities.  I won’t have to check everything I say to see if it could possibly offend someone.  I won’t have to tolerate my company ignoring my needs as an older white male because of my “privilege.”

I knew it was time to leave when this place got so cheap they put in standing desks so they wouldn’t have to buy chairs.  Yes, I get it, some people like it.  I also know it was a clear signal for me to not come into the office to work.

Retirement for me means I will no longer be forced to attend after work social activities when traveling.  This “firm-mandated fun” has, over the years, proven to be quite the opposite.

Leaving means I will never again get frustrated by receiving an email that tries to explain that allowing us to wear blue jeans in the office somehow spurs on creativity and inclusiveness.  Seriously?

From this point forward the only “hotelling” I will be doing is when I check into an actual hotel, rather than reserving office space and a filthy phone.

Someday, not too far from now, you will be implementing a new software system.  You will hate it. The training will suck.  The communications will be all but worthless.  Management will be irate and blaming all of you for the failures.  When that happens, it is vital that you know that I will not be impacted by this in any way, shape, or form – nor will I give a flying fuck at a rolling donut about it.

My retirement means you will no longer be blessed with my snarky, often deeply inappropriate comments about our leadership team – especially when they do something totally moronic.  It is hard to keep such commentary fresh. Someone else will need to pick up the mantle on this role I so aptly performed.

I will never have to listen to someone with less experience and knowledge than I possess attempt to coach me on my “career.”

I will no longer be forced to use code names for things that I am working on.  It will take a while to adopt this thinking.  “Sorry honey, I have to take the TANK out for a walk then I need to mow the GORILLA and get some gas in the ZEPPELIN.”

As I move into retirement mode, I am freeing up 6 GB of space on my phone by deleting all of the annoying company required applications.  Never again will I have to have apps and data on my private smart phone to forcibly connect me to work, regardless of my private wishes.

While I am kicking back in full retirement mode, many of you will be investing long tedious hours in PowerPoint assembling/perfecting slide decks for people who, when you present them, are checking their text messages. While I was here, only five of my PowerPoint slides have ever been read.  I’m not saying it was an utter waste of my time but the math is the math.

I enter retirement knowing I will never again attend a meeting where everyone on the call decides to have, brace for it, another meeting.  Each time this happened in my career, a tiny bit of my soul was crushed.

Being retired means that I own my daily commute.  It is significantly shorter (sometimes just a stroll down the stairs), I control when it starts, where I am going, and it ceases to be frustrating.

As a retiree, the only diversity and inclusiveness efforts I will had to deal with is drinking scotch and tequila in the same afternoon.  In fact, there’s a big debate about waiting until the afternoon.

Now that I am going be retired, there are a number of words and phrases I am pledging to not use going forward.  These include: Downsizing, RIF, layoffs, right-sizing, rebadging, outsourcing, external vendors, staffing model, Agile, ITIL, DevOps, DevSecOps, annual reviews, mandatory feedback, Code of Conduct Compliance, company mandates, budgets, timesheets, and system outage.

Being in retirement, I can openly express my political and ideological beliefs without having to worry that it will impact my career.

In looking back at my career, one thing I will not miss is group writing projects where eight people try to contribute to a document or a PowerPoint slide.  These usually result in something that no one agrees upon, but everyone endorses, simply to put an end the debates.

With my departure from working full time, I’m cutting back to two micromanagers (from the 12 or so I had when employed).  My dog, which is constantly telling me to do something – and my wife, who has more than earned the right to tell me how to do what I’m doing.  All other people attempting to micromanage me going forward will be told, “Fuck off!”

One thing I will not miss is explaining to my manager how to manage a team. When I am asked what I would do if I were in charge, it demeans us both. Every time I coached upward served as a reminder as to how imperfect our promotion process is.

I will no longer forced to endure the company “suggesting” things for me to contribute to. Where I spend my money is my business and I don’t need help with that.  I have a wife that is plenty helpful in spending money.

In retirement I will never again get a phone call that begins, “I know you are on your vacation, but I need you to…”

Now that I am moving into retirement, I will no longer be forced to attend team dinners at times and locations where I would never choose to eat.  I have long hated business trips and team dinners – and they are now going to be a fading memory.

With retirement I will cease the bouts of stress when I read about a company policy then read announcements that are completely contrary to it – such as D&I. This cuts my road to an aneurism by 82% according to my non-scientific calculations.

I have been meaning to take up drinking in a semi-professional capacity.  Certainly this place gave me more than enough emotional scars to consider it.  Now I will finally have the time and incentive to consume copious amounts of alcohol at my own discretion.

I do not want a farewell party or a roast. We were never really that close and you certainly shouldn’t get to celebrate my leaving.  Why?  Because it’s all about me.  Why should you get a meal and drinks out of this?  Just send me the cash and we’ll call it at night.

I have spent so much of my career in cubicle, I have had my bedroom walls padded just so I can make the transition to the real world a little bit easier.

In retirement I will be eating what I want for lunch, not what the firm has decided to provide me so that I can work through lunch.  I can drink the soda brand of my choice and never again have to indulge in rubber-chicken-salad-sandwich-wraps drenched in mustard so I don’t have to taste them.

I will never have to take a phone call in a JIT (Just in Time) booth that makes me claustrophobic, paranoid, and feeling like I’m trapped in an ever-shrinking glass phone booth where walkers-by can watch my hand and face gestures as I slowly become more insane.

I will never again be forced to choose between my career and my real life.

As I look back on my career with a sense of waste and anguish, I know one thing…I will never again be forced to use Microsoft Project.  Even if I ended up living in a cardboard box in my retirement, it would be worth it to avoid MS Project.

While you continue to work, I will never again have to use a badge to go to the bathroom.

Over the last decade, I often find myself fending off sleep during some mind-numbing presentation on some pointless, often mismanaged project.  In retirement, I will embrace sleeping whenever I feel like it (except behind the wheel, that’s bad.)

While you toil on, know that I will never again face the struggle of getting Finance to reimburse me for a trip, while I end up floating the money to American Express so that I don’t end up on some list somewhere. I will gleefully destroy my Amex corporate card and the phone number to the help desk for expense reimbursement/delaying.

One of the things I’m looking forward to the most is not having to stay up until 11pm to have a phone call with someone halfway around the world.  From now on, I call when it is convenient for me – not the company.

One thing I will miss about the office is when I was compelled annually to purchase Girl Scout cookies.  This was the one thing I was guilted into at work that I fully supported and openly endorsed.

No soulless and spineless manager will ever again question my loyalty. I was always loyal. I just had a life outside of work. Thanks for all that morale lowering shit.

Someone asked me how I will replace all of the relationships I have made at work.  Allow me to say that all of you can be replaced with a good dog and a loving spouse…period.  It really isn’t that hard.

As I set sail into the sunset of my life, know that as I hoist my sails, I am leaving you, the anchors, at the dock where you belong.

When I get up and turn on my PC, I will no longer dread looking at my inbox as it load in the morning.  Work made me hate email, even when the messages were quasi-positive.  Gone is that sense of trepidation each morning.  Now I can concentrate on important emails, like those ads that promise that their pills will make your penis bigger.

Never again will I have to worry about how someone will misinterpret an email message that I have sent, or contemplate if my PowerPoint slide might be taken in the wrong way.  From this point on, I can use the words I desire to express my true feelings rather than couch what I write.

I honestly think I will miss the bitch sessions with my former colleagues once I have retired. Criticizing leadership is a true art form and we have masters in that craft working here.  We are fully enabled by the actions, inactions, and messages from the people at the top of the organization are such a hot mess.

One of the things I am looking forward to in retirement is that no one will take credit for the work that I do.  Not that anyone will want to claim they mowed the yard or took out the trash, but it is nice not having someone steal credit for the effort that I did.

I am pleased to say that the only D&I program that I will ever have to cope with again is Drinking and Insulting; two things I already relish and excel at.

For those of you that have, over the years, taken credit for my work.  Allow me to share this simple and concise thought.  Fuck you.  Just because I worked for you or you were on my team did not entitle you to claim you were the creator when I did all of the actual work.  And yes, I know you got your promotion or your little bonus because of you stealing my effort.  Moreover, I made sure a lot of people knew the truth.  Everyone knows you are the king/queen of the douchebags.

Wow, did that feel good!  My actual retirement letter is, well, classic and goes way beyond these.  Please share this with people nearing retirement to give them inspiration!