Revelations for Secretaries Day

By Anonymous -
I caught myself typing the following sentence,without irony:

I’ve written your CPT letter and left it for Dr. D's signature. However, when I was looking at your GMAP, I noticed that your TPC section GPA is less than 3.3. Were you aware of this issue?



I have been a freaking bureaucrat for too long!

Happy Secretaries Day to me and all the other folks out there who do this thankless work that turns a person into an acronym-spouting PITA to the rest of the world.

Comments

Jennifer said…
Happy day to you.

Also? As a former professional translator who had to deal with her fair share of acronyms, it never once occurred to me to blame the secretaries for the NGO-ese.

It was the stuff that the execs felt they had to write themselves that was really twisted.

I mean that linguistically, of course.
April 23, 2008 at 4:37 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks, Jen.

I swear, sometimes, folks just don't think.
April 23, 2008 at 4:55 PM
Brave Sir Robin said…
Err, that is English, right?
April 24, 2008 at 10:35 AM
Anonymous said…
Nope. It's Bureauspeak.
April 24, 2008 at 10:37 AM
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