Richard P Grant
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Category Archives: Office life
Girls on film
You will remember, in the Before Times, how Professor Robert Kelly’s interview with the BBC was photobombed by his children (and how ninja-ly his wife, Jung-a Kim, rounded them up). Even then I thought how very humanizing was this little … Continue reading
Posted in Ill-considered rants, Office life, People, you
Tagged children, chime, teams, webcam, zoom
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Clampdown
“ Hey Mike. Mike? Mike. Mike, can you hear me? Cannn youu hearrrr meee. Yes, I can hear you, but I don’t think you can hear me. No I’m not on mute. Have you got your sound up? Better? Good. … Continue reading
Get off of my cloud
In my previous life, I pontificated on the etiquette of iPods and in particular the signals that earbuds send out. My central thesis was that if you were foolish enough to approach someone at the lab bench who was wearing … Continue reading
Posted in Ill-considered rants, Office life, The stupid, it burns, Work
Tagged day job, iPod, sociopathy, stupid coworkers, writing
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