Big Dan strikes again.
I introduced Big Dan earlier and gave an example of how he doesn’t hold back on what he thinks of a person and often has a ‘special’ way of imparting that.
Consulting a team who recently had a change of leadership, I went to Big Dan to explain what help they needed and what I needed from him. I explained that the lady now in charge has been a program manager before, but never in our industry. Our industry, mind you, has many varied, arcane, and complex rules for how to manage programs.
I knew Big Dan had the essence of the problem when I later heard him describing this new program manager to his boss – – –
“That lady’s tree of knowledge has no branches.”*
pretty sad looking tree, if you ask me
Yes, I realize this may already be a common phrase to some people.
So I’m unread…
So I’m uninformed…
So my tree of knowledge has no branches…
[chortle]
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*I’ve often heard a variant of this to refer to inbred families: “Her family tree doesn’t have any branches.”
Tags: a way with words, Big Dan, don't want to get on his bad side, remedial thinking
The Wilds of Ohio 
December 8, 2010 at 21:38 |
i’ve only heard the family tree variation, sugar, so you aren’t alone! ;~D xoxox
December 10, 2010 at 17:43 |
whew! thanks. i wasn’t worried, but did feel like i might be out there alone.
December 8, 2010 at 22:53 |
new to me, too… i’ve heard “gotten beaten with the ugly stick”, and “walked through the ugly forest and hit every tree”, as well as the ‘family tree’ variant… so this is a new “forestry related insult” to me as well…
December 10, 2010 at 17:44 |
i’m sure if we did a bit of research we could find additional herbalistic bombast to fling about.
December 9, 2010 at 04:56 |
MY tree of knowledge’s branches are being turned into recycled paper and having epic poems written on them.
December 10, 2010 at 17:45 |
i bow down to your intellectual heritage. who could beat that? are the poems about your adventures in life? those seem to be epic…
December 9, 2010 at 07:24 |
Well, that’s a new one to me and I’m going to use it. The very core of me is a compendium of things I’ve pilfered from others.
December 10, 2010 at 17:46 |
steal it away, UB. plagiarism is the kindest compliment, i’ve been told…no, wait, i made that up myself! damn, caught in my own vortex of word thievery