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Inflated Job Titles
Posted by Uncle Wheaty on 22 June 2011 - 7:39pm.
The FPO received a letter today from her hairdressers to say that her regular stylist was leaving the business and offering her alternative hairdressers.
Except they weren't hairdressers, they were "Design Directors".
At what point does an experienced hairdresser become a "Design Director"?
I know creative types like to use ambiguous titles but this must be a new low.
Any thoughts?
P.S. I am just a Pharmacist
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That must have happened
around the same time that members of staff became 'colleagues'.
Not so much "colleagues"...
... more a loose confederation of warring tribes...
By the way, Wheaty old chap; not "just" a pharmacist, surely...doesn't that mean that you've won first prize in the lottery of life?
I don't think UW is *that* sort of pharmacist :-)
Indeed I am not!
Our local Sainsbury's
has a sign on the door which says If alarm sounds, please inform a colleague.
I rang my boss, but he was no help at all.
Aren't
members of staff called "team members" these days?
It happened around the same time that the Personnel Department became "Human Resources"
Am I alone...
...in finding being described as a "Human Resource" a bit sinister and insulting? Depersonnelising, you might say.
It puts me in mind of the fields of growing people in the Matrix. When did someone decide that this was a nicer way to refer to staff than "personnel"? Cos, y'know, it isn't.
Hilarious
I have to wrangle with a lot of coprorate (not a typo) guff within the framework of my ongoing commitment to procuring the bacon for optimal on-table deployment in a domicile ambit.
The stuff that never fails to have me hooting with derision is when the "we operate under the conviction that our people are our most important asset" bit is followed by the "just-in-time monitoring and management of financial, material and human resources" bit, which it invariably is.
I don't mind 'colleague'.
When it's confined to folk you actually work with, it manages to cut across genders and rank - so the guys who fix the lights are colleagues in the same sense as the woman behind the counter in the canteen, or the chief exec. Although modern BusinessSpeak is often utter bollocks, some of it is quite useful.
Yes, just to clarify
My dislike of it is when it's used in the 'colleague announcement' sense.
And having said that, it's not even a particularly vehement dislike.
A Dilbert I loved...
...had the boss announce "You know I always said people were our greatest asset? Turns out I was wrong - money is our greatest asset; people came eighth".
Dilbert is afraid to ask what came seventh. He's told it's paper clips.
Over the years
Manufacturing become Production which sometimes got called Operations but was then merged with Distribution to become Logistics.
Purchasing became Supply Chain, whilst Sales transformed into Business Development. That probably prompted Marketing to become Brand Management or even Brand Equity. And Accounting became Finance.
Reception, Security, Catering, and Cleaning became Outsourced.
I myself have worked in Empoloyee Relations, Personnel and Human Resources. On many occasions I've been told it's my job to "control" job titles. My reply has always been the same - no fucking chance. I'd rather have to name every new born child in the parish than take on that millstone.
At a certain US-based
chewing gum manufacturer, Human Resources is sooo 2005: it's now PLD or in full, People, Learning and Development. Barf
I work for an Asian company
that insists on referring to colleagues as, "members." I point out that some of them certainly are but most of them are OK. The joke falls flat every time.
When I was briefly on the dole...
many years ago I saw an advert in the Job Centre for an "abattoir technician". When I investigated this exciting employment opportunity further it turned out I would be the guy getting rid of the blood.
Friend of a Friend
Announced he had a new job.
Job Title was 'Crowd Control Engineer'
Basically, he was a Bouncer
"It's 'Internal Eviction Technician' actually".
A similar friend once put someone's head in some broken glass for suggesting he might be referred to as 'a bouncer'.
Internal Eviction Technician
sounds like a useful term for an abortionist, who could do with some PR as they get a bad press.
Ambient Replenishment
I have mentioned this before. When I worked for Safeway in the 1990s shelf stacking colleagues were described as Ambient Replenishment I.e. Not Fresh Produce or Frozen.
Merchandisers
That's what we were called in the late 80s when I was stacking shelves in Safeway. Or was it Gateway? Can't remember.
It's funny how "Merchandisers" sounds very 80s, invoking deals, yuppies and S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G., while "Ambient Replenishment" is much more 90s. Wonder what they're called these days? iStack, maybe.
Someone remind me
what the guards are called on the Docklands Light Railway. I remember it was something very puffed up
Someone remind me
what the guards are called on the Docklands Light Railway. I remember it was something very puffed up
They are called...
...Train Captains...
Train Captains
I think.
This seemed to involve turning a silver key that closed the doors and made them go.
A friend used to refer to DLR trains as Johnny Cabs, the remote robot driven taxis out of Total Recall
In my present job...
... there's something called an 'End of Life Pathway,' which makes dying sound like a leisurely stroll along a local nature trail after Sunday lunch.
That is brilliant
I wonder if there is a picnic area?
The End Of Life Pathway
The idea of it is that, yes, it is a nice Sunday stroll. Rather than a painful forced march.
The Liverpool Care Pathway is a very good thing indeed.
I had to fill in one for my late Dad.
It might be a pathway but it's very bureaucratic and umpteen bloody pages long!
Since when did hairy arsed long distance lorry drivers
become logisticians? Not on my radar mate.
Balloon
Seller?
When did two blokes with a ...
... pantechnicon, who have, until now, been working under the assumption that they were in the removals business, suddenly find themselves in the wonderful wacky world of "logistics"?
Edited to say "bugger, I never noticed Chabsy's post."
For a couple of years,
my job title was... wait for it... "Creative". Just "Creative".
Seriously, I had an adjective for a job title.
I used to die a little inside whenever I had to tell anyone. And then I had to explain what I actually did, because no-one knew what "Creative" meant. Eventually I just told everyone I was a "Radio Producer" as that had been my previous job title and was still the actual job I was doing.
My mate Steve
is a 'Head Creative'. I've got his card and everything.
Business Card Trumps
I received a business card from someone who worked for a supplier. The job title was "Alchemist". Go on, beat that.
(His name wasn't Nicolas Flamel, just in case you're wondering)
I think I have you all beat
A few years ago I took a one year course through the chain of supermarkets that the store I work in belongs to.
We were tought economy, cooking, product and produce knowledge, marketing etcetera, to be able to inspire customers in what to buy and cook for dinner ( and increasing the stores profits at the same time ).
I am now a diplomaed Food Conductor ( as in waving a stick in front of an orchestra )...
I don't tell many people that!
These days
Just call me an Imagineer *
When I worked at an Exhibition & Events centre we had an Operations Department. Whenever we advertised vacant positions we usually got applications from, you guessed, qualified nurses.
* (c) Disney
This sort of thing doesn't normally trouble me
But when I heard that my old school had rebranded their Heads Of Department to 'Team Leaders' I lost my shit, as it were.
Ain't no thang...
...compared to a few schools of my acquaintance, where the teachers are called "Lead Learners". Just the thought of it makes me step away from anything sharp or heavy, in case I murder EVERYONE in a fit of rage.
When I were lad...
..and worked on a forecourt back in the day when you actually got served by poeple in the 'meatspace', we used to tell the ladyzees were were 'Fuel Injection Engineers'. As you can imagine, we were beating them off with a stick....
In my experience,
as job titles have become ever more ludicrous and inflated, the actual job content and conditions have worsened.
I worked in a small Government office
where according to their titles everyone was a "manager" but me, none had any staff to manage. For some reason I was but a lowly "officer" which didn't bother me unduly except despite my urging the others refused to call me that, "Yes officer, no officer." I didn't even get a fucking badge.
Yeah, but
you have to be REALLY good at fucking to get one of those, and I don't think the Scouts even those badges out any more.
Depends on the Scout Leader
and the ingenious use of a woggle.
Junior Vice President.
I honestly thought this was a made up title (Homer Simpson profers the title on himself when he created his internet start up company "GlobalHyperMeganet") but have come across two sports organisations in the States who have employees with such titles.
As far as I could make out, they answered the phone.
I've never had a job title,
although in my days as a drummer I certainly got called a few names (you've heard 'em all before) but it used to strike me as odd that American record company job titles were so different from British ones.
With a big British company, such as EMI, you could pretty much understand the job titles and they gave some indication of an individuals role and seniority within the organisation - Manager, Director, etc. I gather than in the US it's expected that, each year, as well as a pay rise, you get a new job title so there are infinitely subtle gradings between Junior Executive Vice-President Of Album Sleeves and the Executive Vice-President Of Album Sleeves.
At Leeds Poly
Doing my paid sabbatical year, my title was Vice-President for Communication and Recreation. Basically I did a weekly newsletter, filled the jukeboxes, booked the bands and organised the discos.
I am thinking of changing the profession on my passport from Financial Controller to Massive Mingler. Would that get me through customs any quicker?
The Professionals
She's a bookkeeper.
You're an accountant.
I'm a financial controller.
Did I get that right, Beany?
(As for myself, I'm a "text-development coordinator", obviously.)
Yup.
Too old to be an accountant, not good enough to be a Financial Director, although I was the designated FD of a dormant company. Never had a business card for that one . Now I'm just a Fat Controller.
i just tell my nieces i spell for a living
...
Capital letters.
In yer classic approach to English, proper nouns take capital letters, bog-standard nouns don't. This leaves a huge grey area where words that are not proper nouns - president for example - get an initial capital when attached to a specific office holder, as an honorific. So that means I might meet President Obama one day, but I might also see two presidents riding on a camel.
When it comes to non-honorific job titles in the corporate world - basically all of them - there is a widespread disease of capping-up. I think this comes from a puffed-up sense of self importance, from obsequiousness ("He's my boss, his job title has capital letters...") and general anxiety ("I must be seen to be important.")
Consequently, it doesn't matter how many times you wave the FT in front of a Pooterish middle manager saying, 'Look, there are no capitals in job titles,' they insist that a sales standards administration manager is a Sales Standards Administration Manager, a finance director is a Finance Director and (etc, you get the idea). This makes the average page of corporate text look like a dog's breakfast of random capitals. Meh.
An Interesting Point
Just to test this a little, the President of the United States of America gets leading capital letters. No arguments there. He is the President (a defined job) of an entity (United States of America).
So why is the "President of Internal Accounts" at Sunshine Desserts any different, if there is a defined entity called Internal Accounts within Sunshine Desserts and it has a President that is designated that role?
In other words, if Sunshine Desserts has a job title of Sales Standards Administration Manager - that is the name of that particular job then that, I think, qualifies it as a proper noun - even though it sounds generic.
A meringue?
It's something or other gone mad
Years ago when we were students, a friend of mine had a summer job at what was then called a Job Centre, but is probably now called an Employment Opportunity Hub or something more Modern. He had to write out the vacancies which went in the window, and on one occasion, refused to fill in the card with the given job title, which was something euphemistic like Junior Administrative Rodent Operator, and put down "Rat Catcher". This use of plain English was considered so bold and unusual that the local paper ran it as a story...
Actually, Uncle.
aren't you known as "NWOBP"
I had a clause added to my contract that says i'm not to be refered to as "Lingustic Educator" or " Language Trainer" "Technical co-ordinator".I was quite happy as English teacher/Mechanic.
Waiting in 'line'
in American shops, the shout 'next guest please' would go up. I mean, I like Banana Republic but I wouldn't want to stay there.
So customers are now guests? But not made to feel any more special than they were before.
What tosh.
That reminds me.
I was in the cavernous Bentall Centre in Kingston recently, and there's what I think is an Abercrombie and Fitch shop there, all tricked out to look like a saloon bar or something. And it had a rope line. I'm serious - a rope line, and a burly cove doing the whole "one in, one out" routine.
I daresay he'd have sent me packing for not being cool enough, had I been inclined to shop there. Fortunately, I have no intention of starting dressing myself as if it was my first day at Princeton.
There are some things that make me incandescent with rage
Shopping at Abercrombie and Fitch is one of them.
Eighteen months ago, I was in New York and went into the A&F store on 5th Avenue. I had to queue for around ten minutes to get in and when I did, it was poorly lit, had thumping house music, and impossibly beautiful people at the top and bottom of every staircase offering inane greetings with a fixed smile. Oh, and there were dispensers in the corner of the rooms spraying aftershave every couple of minutes.
I actually bought some stuff which I quite like, but the experience of shopping there was awful. However, it's become so iconic that some of the customers were posing to have their pictures taken with the shop assistants. It's a hideous place that promotes physical beauty as the be all and end all, but then again, I bought some nice clothes there, so I'm a massive hypocrite.
However, I also own an A&F style T-shirt which says "Apple Crumble & Fish" across the front, which I like to wear when feeling particularly mischievous and counter-cultural. I'm such a cove; that'll learn 'em.
AnF Lies
I had the same experience in New York. I walked straight in but was practically wrestled to the ground by the Winklvoss-alike topless beefcake and told there 'was a line'. It stretched around the block.
Finding this utterly ludicrous I just laughed and said whoever heard of having to queue to get into a shop. They glowered like I'd dissed the president or something.
Five minutes round the corner was another branch that had no 'line' whatsoever. So precious. And it's so dark in there you actually cannot see what you're looking at.
Better off online. That said, I'm far too old for it anyway.
The GLW waited 30 minutes in line
when we visited New York a year ago; I’d already refused to queue when we passed by the day before. She thought the whole thing was preposterous as well, but was hamstrung by the fact that we had promised presents for our dog sitting teens at home, and the GLW knew AnF stuff would be perfect. And she was right – upon opening their gifts they were rendered incandescently incontinent with joy.
A few months later with time to kill I wandered into one in Buffalo (no queuing necessary). Can’t say there was a warm greeting from any of the “models” (which is what AnF call their shop assistants apparently). I got a strong sense that I was both too old and too fat. Which was confirmed when I found a top in usual size of XXL. In trying it on I discovered that they must have their own sizing system, based I imagine on Lilliput.
I’m told the original AnF store was a great sports outfitters, but closed in the late 70’s. In HR circles the current incarnation have become well known for the number of court cases and class actions successfully taken against them on the grounds that their approach to recruitment is discriminatory
You've probably all seen this already...
I hadn't seen this
Great stuff
i just like the fact that...
... you teen dog-sitters have hot light coming out of their bottoms if you give the clothes with the correct label
You're f**king joking?
Queueing to get into a t-shirt and jeans shop?
Well that's my potential custom withdrawn. I have no such trouble at Primarche or Peacoques.
I shall stand outside and wave my Matalan membership card and point at my £5 Conversealike trainers and see how they like that.
Hollister
The Stimpettes (15 & 16) are obsessed with the brand/store Hollister. Their shops are all (apparently) decorated to look like surf shacks and have no signage to tell you who they are. I guess if you need to ask then you're not cool enough to shop there.
If ever they do a shopping trip to Cardiff with their mum, the only place they want to go is Hollister where, you've guessed it, they queue up - one out, one in - to be allowed to spend 30 quid on a t-shirt that says "Hollister Surf Babe" on the front.
Baffled...
Similar
My 12 year old niece is possessed by a need to wear 'Jack Wills' kit.
She lives in deepest Wiltshire (and, being 12, has no money) so the chances to get her hands on this stuff are limited. We live close to Marlow where there's a branch. She is breathless with excitement at the thought of her next visit when her Uncle Beezer will drive her in to actually touch the gear and unfold some of it.
I have a sneaky admiration for the Jack Wills team.
Carefully creating a market for themselves by giving away freebies to all the cool kids in the sports teams at assorted posh schools. Their kit rapidly becomes de rigeur for middle-class teenagers who don't want to wear Boden and Crew stuff because that's so, like, what the 'rents wear, yeah?
There's an outlet store at Gunwharf catering to all the Pompey kids who go to public schools.
Sometimes, both of them go there on the same day.
I may have mentioned this before
but a few years ago at the now defunct finance company MrsD was working for they shunted someone they didn't rate much sideways into the newly created role of Collections Unit National Trainer.
The problem for me
Not so much now but back in my old journalist days, was ungrammatical job titles that crush your sentence structure like a whale falling on a trifle. But according to Jim Smith, Senior Vice President EMEA internal communications wellness and compliance, Upthemsleves Ltd A Family Company: well you've lost every reader for miles around by then.
Oh and PR companies that would ring up and say their client's company name was not in Infocus, as you'd published, but InFo/cUS!!! or some such blether. A sure way to ensure you never wrote about them again.
Special Projects
If you are moved to a job with this in its title, then you're just killing time until they work out your redundancy package.
At the tender age of 18
working in a petrol station, we gave ourselves the grandiose title
" Fuel Injection Technicians "
See above for similar experiences
Lucy Kellaway
of the FT does an entertaining podcast. Every year she hands out her awards for the best(worst?) management guff of the preceding year.
The 2010 runners up for silliest job title were (both banks, I believe:
Customer Journey Reengineering Manager and
Client Value Enhancement Executive.
No, me neither.
The winner was some prick in a consulting company calling himself a "Prosultant".
I was workingthis week with a girl who
Had recently been employed as "an enabler". She didn't know what it meant either.
Send her round
I have plenty of cleaning and tidying up she can do to "enable" me to be happier at home.