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The "Next Level".

How to make my skin crawl and my ears chew themselves off my skull: Use any phrase with "take-it-to-the-next-level" it it. This is the biggest waste of consonants and vowels since the words "celine dion" made their way into the English language. I mean, take "what" exactly, and who the hell knows where the "next level" actually is? This might work in a conversation about Dante's Inferno, but even then, it's tawdry and fraught with ambiguity. AR-TI-CU-LATE. Please.

So I'm sitting in a training class today and the instructor uses oh so clever catch-all phrase not once, but TWICE. So I threw the ice cold pitcher of drink-as-much-as-your-bored-bladder-can-take water at his head, and then proceeded to stone him with all the loose Blackberry's and PDA's laying on my "team-building" round table. Then I crushed his left knee with a devasting overhead blow from my 500 page three ringed binder and put a "Great Idea!" lightbulb sticker on his head. Then I turned the flipchart easel into a fiery pagan bonfire, and forced the stunned class participants to dance in circles around the fire, chanting "MUMBO. JUMBO. MUMBO. JUMBO." to the mind numbing sounds of the John-Teshian corporate warm-up music coming from the tiny white corporate boom box.

Ok. I exagerate. I didn't do a damn thing. I'm just trying to take-it-to-the-next-level, you know?

Comments

After an all time BAD DAY you actually made me laught out loud! You crack me up! You need to stop right now and write a book. You could have it done by my birthday! HINT HINT!

Ok, give me a title, a plot, some characters, and a little bit of time off and the book is as good as DONE!

HA! I've been in that meeting, only in mine they made us wear HATS, too. Hats with sequins and feathers. I wish you'd been there to save me.