In the 100,000-word document I’m now proofreading (I almost typed “100,000-page” … that’s what it feels like), I’m not supposed to be looking for style (as opposed to punctuation, typography, and glaring grammar mistakes); however, I have now corrected several instances of “utilize” and “utilization.”
Done some proof-reading myself and it’s so difficult to ignore style - people who think style is about size of words utilised shouldn’t be writing 100,000 word documents.
‘Use’ is an unpretentious word and it works.
Then there’s the ‘s’ / ‘z’ dilemma (utilise/organise/recognise), which, in England, manages to identify which school/university the user attended. England / language / snobbery - there’s an unusual combination.
and the woman on the Weather Channel who pronounces “temperature” as “tempachur.” It’s your freakin’ job, lady - d’ya think you could learn to pronounce that word correctly some day?
Another new book griping about poor English utilizationage: Between You and I.
I’m tempted to take up John Humphreys’ offer (in the Introduction) of a free bottle of bubbly to anyone who can explain how “met up with” differs from just plain “met”, but somehow I doubt he was serious.
So that other A**** employees who Google for mentions of the company won’t find a post on a message board where another employee basically pinpoints his position and makes fun of various people either in the company currently or joining soon.
Well, that and the fact that the OP posted to an internet message board during (time zone differences possibly negating this) working hours. I sure wouldn’t want my boss finding a post where I named my employing corporation, described what I did for the company and pinpointing my position, described a co-worker or possible co-worker in unflattering terms, and did this during my salaried time.
*note: this is not a criticism of the OP, merely an acknowledgment of my understanding of his/her reluctance to explicitly name his/her employer…
‘The dipshit account executive we occasionally do work for’
A similar dipshit I once worked with couldn’t understand why her phone call to a DIY store to ask whether they had dildo rails in stock, produced nothing but hysterical giggling.