Mez's Work Life
Aug. 16th, 2007 10:07 amI now have experience in that staple of public service: taking minutes. I am not yet up to the standards of Mr Bernard Wooley, but I am sure, with many arduous hours of minute taking ahead of me, that I will eventually reach his level of expertise.
VicRoads makes an effort to be culturally aware. Towards this end, they have renamed every room in the building with Aboriginal words. PC as this is, I'm not convinced it was the best idea.
For one thing, we don't actually have any Aboriginies working in the building, so there really isn't anyone around to feel warm and fuzzy every time they see native Australian words on our doors.
Secondly, our rooms used to be called things like "Level 1 Conference Room B". Boring? Yes. But very findable. Whereas we now spend hours searching for "Ngulu" and "Narrei Jelling" - a task not made any easier by the fact that none of us really have a clue how to pronounce them.
Finally, (minor point, I know) whoever picked the words seems to have chosen them based on how pretty they sound, without any regard for their meaning. So, we now have meetings in "camp", "voice", and "wedge-tailed eagle". This is just bizarre.
Yesterday I spent the morning stomping around in my steel-capped boots, looking at industrial diggers. Tomorrow I will drive down to Sorrento and take pretty pictures. It's a hard life...
VicRoads makes an effort to be culturally aware. Towards this end, they have renamed every room in the building with Aboriginal words. PC as this is, I'm not convinced it was the best idea.
For one thing, we don't actually have any Aboriginies working in the building, so there really isn't anyone around to feel warm and fuzzy every time they see native Australian words on our doors.
Secondly, our rooms used to be called things like "Level 1 Conference Room B". Boring? Yes. But very findable. Whereas we now spend hours searching for "Ngulu" and "Narrei Jelling" - a task not made any easier by the fact that none of us really have a clue how to pronounce them.
Finally, (minor point, I know) whoever picked the words seems to have chosen them based on how pretty they sound, without any regard for their meaning. So, we now have meetings in "camp", "voice", and "wedge-tailed eagle". This is just bizarre.
Yesterday I spent the morning stomping around in my steel-capped boots, looking at industrial diggers. Tomorrow I will drive down to Sorrento and take pretty pictures. It's a hard life...
sorrento?
Date: 2007-08-16 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)have fun in sorrento...get a vanilla slice there. they are so dreamy!!!!
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Date: 2007-08-16 07:30 am (UTC)xx