plooptionary - ploop’s weasel words and bullshit phrases fresh from the reeking bowels of consultants. (7 of 100)
Only day 7 (of 100) and frankly I’m sick of the plooptionary. It’s a noose round my neck. An oak on my shoulder. If make it to 10 without putting the words ‘life’ and ‘coach’ into google, I’ll be amazed. Anyway - plodding on.
Today’s hugely irritating sack of bobbins is a good old phrase much used by the older manager who left consultancy just as Major was nudging Thatcher ass, politically.
* “The whole nine yards”: The context is a tennis school in Petworth run by Ginny D Rumble and her partner of 19 years Marion Cornish. They’ve got the big regional under-3s competition coming up and Ginny has her sights on gold for one of her most promising boys, Bobby Scott-Hamilton. Before the rubber with his close rival from Eastbourne, Ginny gives the 29 month old a pep talk, “Bobby, he’s going to play long and dirty - he’ll be quick to the net and has a kick-ass backhand slice. You’ve got the groundstrokes but you’ll need to go the whole nine yards if you are going to break the little turd. Remember eveything we’ve told you - 90% of this game is up here (and she points to her head). Now get out there and do the village proud”
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