How Not To Do Things

At work, one of the sites is called – for want of a better name – Money Manager. (That’s not the real name of it, for obvious reasons. But related, in one way or another.) It’s the brainchild – and to some degrees the baby – of one of the directors. His idea, his name, his plan, his approval throughout.

Ever since it was first created, it’s been in my head as Monkey Manager. The scripts for backing it up are called monkeybackup, the database is monkeyDB, so on so forth.

The rest of the web team have also taken to calling it Monkey Manager. No good reason, it’s just catchier and/or easier to remember than Money Manager.

Yesterday, in a “what we’ve been working on this week” email to all the directors, I referred to the site as Monkey Manager.  Not once, but three damn times. I didn’t even realise until I re-read the email at work this morning.

No-one’s said anything yet. I don’t know if they will. But all the same, the first reaction from me (and, to be fair, my colleagues) was “You fuckwit.”

Can’t say fairer than that, really.