I feel like Nick is me, listening to most people. Or reading youtube comments. There are times when I really have to wonder how some people manage to dress themselves in the morning.
Reminds me of work. I once said “It’s a wonder some of them can even tie their shoes.” My supervisor looked at me, laughed, and said “You know, quite a few of them are wearing slip-ons.”
For clarification; we get a lot of bottom-of-the-barrel temps because nowhere else will take them. And quite a few of them need very specific and explicit instructions for even the most basic of tasks.
No, they’re not mentally retarded (that guy does his job just fine). They just actively refuse to think.
They are the classic product of the education system. They have spent their entire lives being told what to think, but never how to think. And they’re so lazy that they’ve always done only what was absolutely necessary to move from one grade to the next, so intellectually, they’re little better than they were in first grade. Oh, sure, their brain contains more information, but they don’t know how to retrieve it.
They differ from your mentally retarded employee in that they have the ability to think, but they don’t know how to use it. The mentally retarded guy has only limited mental ability, but he has been taught how to use what little he has. And that one little thing makes him smarter than the rest of them.
Gyrre, I’m sorry to tell you that people like that crop up everywhere, even in top-end software development shops, because they are often very good fakers if they have time to prepare (say, for an interview, particularly if it’s a shop whose interview format is widely known). Now imagine what someone like that is like in a place where everyone is self-directed all the time and most of us are doing things nobody has ever done before and there *is* no rote work because it is almost all automated, where the closest to rote work is automating stuff. They cling like glue and waste unbelievable amounts of everyone’s time.
(I will not say which job of mine this applies to. It might well apply to *all* of them, or only to one. This is in case any co-workers from any of those jobs might happen to read this — no, it’s about the *other* lot!)
…“snap into him”? Is The Mike’s strategy to use his cord aa a whip, then tie Nick up and talk him to death? But tying Nick up would mean The Mike would also be tied to Nick. How sarcastic, inane and boring could Nick’s baditude be? And his cuss filter’s disabled.
Nick’s first instinct was right. It really is a trash talk thing. Mike reminds me of that carny from hell – the one that insults your wife and your mother to make you mad enough to want to waste your money trying to drop him into the dunk tank.
This guy, microphone, whatever, might just be the hypothetical straw that breaks Nick’s pacifism. Either that, or pushes him to levels of obscene wit that burns the brains and CPUs of everyone present for all time.
Nick uses befuddlement memes!
It’s not very effective.
Well, Mike’s not being all that effective at the moment either.
I feel like Nick in the first two panels is most people on a regular basis. Therefore I root for him all the more!
I feel like Nick is me, listening to most people. Or reading youtube comments. There are times when I really have to wonder how some people manage to dress themselves in the morning.
You assume a lot.
I find it expedient to wait til afternoon and my second cup of coffee.
And judging by the appearance of a number of people I see around town, they don’t dress themselves in the morning… or afternoon… whatever.
Would explain some cross dressing.
“I meant to do that.”
“There are times when I really have to wonder how some people manage to dress themselves in the morning.”
Yeah, or even acquire food. One does wonder…
Reminds me of work. I once said “It’s a wonder some of them can even tie their shoes.” My supervisor looked at me, laughed, and said “You know, quite a few of them are wearing slip-ons.”
For clarification; we get a lot of bottom-of-the-barrel temps because nowhere else will take them. And quite a few of them need very specific and explicit instructions for even the most basic of tasks.
No, they’re not mentally retarded (that guy does his job just fine). They just actively refuse to think.
They are the classic product of the education system. They have spent their entire lives being told what to think, but never how to think. And they’re so lazy that they’ve always done only what was absolutely necessary to move from one grade to the next, so intellectually, they’re little better than they were in first grade. Oh, sure, their brain contains more information, but they don’t know how to retrieve it.
They differ from your mentally retarded employee in that they have the ability to think, but they don’t know how to use it. The mentally retarded guy has only limited mental ability, but he has been taught how to use what little he has. And that one little thing makes him smarter than the rest of them.
Gyrre, I’m sorry to tell you that people like that crop up everywhere, even in top-end software development shops, because they are often very good fakers if they have time to prepare (say, for an interview, particularly if it’s a shop whose interview format is widely known). Now imagine what someone like that is like in a place where everyone is self-directed all the time and most of us are doing things nobody has ever done before and there *is* no rote work because it is almost all automated, where the closest to rote work is automating stuff. They cling like glue and waste unbelievable amounts of everyone’s time.
(I will not say which job of mine this applies to. It might well apply to *all* of them, or only to one. This is in case any co-workers from any of those jobs might happen to read this — no, it’s about the *other* lot!)
…“snap into him”? Is The Mike’s strategy to use his cord aa a whip, then tie Nick up and talk him to death? But tying Nick up would mean The Mike would also be tied to Nick. How sarcastic, inane and boring could Nick’s baditude be? And his cuss filter’s disabled.
He’s just beating the Slim Jim reference further than it deserved.
(Their commercial catchphrase was (is?) “Snap Into a Slim Jim”)
Thanx, Yobgod. Mike’s nonsensical banter makes more sense now. (Somewhat like multiplying an imaginary number by Pi.)
But then if you raise e to that you’re just being negative.
And if you divide that by pi, you’re just being irrational.
Sometimes the irrational is the transcendental.
Time for a mike drop….
….into a pail of water.
It’s a soundperson’s nightmare, Nick offering Mike feedback.
Don’t word joust, just cuss him to death
Maybe you defeat it by being funnier than it is. That shouldn’t be too hard, the Mike is like the worlds lamest insult comic.
Nick’s first instinct was right. It really is a trash talk thing. Mike reminds me of that carny from hell – the one that insults your wife and your mother to make you mad enough to want to waste your money trying to drop him into the dunk tank.
Mr. The Mike is more incoherent than Goose Girl.
Now that’s saying something.
This guy, microphone, whatever, might just be the hypothetical straw that breaks Nick’s pacifism. Either that, or pushes him to levels of obscene wit that burns the brains and CPUs of everyone present for all time.
Nick as a Slim Jim snack? Didn’t his original body disappear into MRE mystery meat?
You don’t want to know.
Best Tournament Arc Ever?
Also also…does Mr. The Mike always speak of himself in the third person?
Apparently, he thinks his existence is more exciting if he narrates it. He seems to be confusing “exciting” with “annoying”.