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One of the things I like about my job (I’m a medical assistant) is that we get to read, write, and speak in Secret Code. It’s like a club, er… something.
Say something in your secret code.
1500 ds on b2 stp 1fld + 500 ss 3NCR.
Public library insider-speak, based on the Dewey classification for paranormal and occult.
It’s used in casual references and occassional covert distress calls over the phone. It refers to exceptionally irrational patrons, who seem to listening to alien (or governmental–it varies) broadcasts through their dental work, for example. Or the guy who insisted Nietzche lived inside the control panel of the library’s elevator. He rode up and down, up and down, arguing vehemently with the buttons.
Pungent shorthand, roughly equating to the "Twilight Zone’ theme.
Fannie sixes are off 30 bips.
(Telemarketer)
CM currently holds PBCC, wishes to apply BG w/ MR.
(most of our codes are just acronyms.)
I’m better known for not keeping up with the jargon.
Me: " I need to schedule some POR training."
Training Supervisor" “We changed to CRS, three years ago!”
Me: “See?”
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Back when I was in the credit underwriter biz, we used to use code for stuff like “POI” (proof of income), “PFR” (proof of finincial responsibility, ie insurance), “MAR” (max at request) and a host of others, which are too difficult to type while drinking (god, I love homebrew beer!).
One time, I submitted a loan for review that I had turned down to a director at the dealer’s request. It was approved. As a “favor”. :rolleyes: (it was the worst loan I’ve ever seen!)
In the notes, I typed “WNGTGAS-PWACD”.
When the loan defaulted and went to collections, the collector contacted me and asked me what that meant and if it could be usefull in tracking the dirtbag defaulter down.
I told them it stood for, “Would Not Give This Guy A Six-Pack With A Case Down”. 
Hey, I didn’t sign-off on that piece of shit.
I have a regular (bar) customer named Richard who’s been drinking at my place since before I worked there. He has a bumper sticker on his truck that says:
“So Few Richards, So Many Dicks.”
The company I work for owns 6 bars. I have worked for them, in one location or another, for almost (May 19th anniv.) 9 years. I have managed my current location for not quite 3 years. I have managed, in general, for this company for 8 out of my 9 years.
Seven months ago my boss (the owner) hired this PunkAss to be the GM of all the bars (thus making PunkAss my boss). He NOW has 7 months experience in the bar business. He steps on my toes, talks sh*t, acts like he know’s it all when he actually knows nothing. My LowMan Barteneder has more experience than my boss. In short, the guy’s a pud.
His name is Richard.
So, his nickname–to both the Crew and the Clientele is:
“One of the Many.”
We can, and do, say this to his face–it’s not disrespectful as far as he’s concerned, although it does confuse him. That makes it oh so much more fun for the rest of us.
BTW, it’s only a matter of time before I start a Pit thread about One Of The Many, as he seems to piss me off daily, today included.
At an old job of mine at a grocery with two phone lines we used “line 3” as a code for shoplifters and other suspicious behaviour.
At another job I made up a “drinking game” based on some of the best-loved (by her) phrases and mannerisms of a particular cow-orker. She had no idea for a week why people kept saying “drink” or “chug” around her until someone clued her in.
“Hey, hand me that thing. No, not that thing. That thing!”
Actually, we’ve been making fun of one of our coworkers behind her back lately for her use of needlessly ornate language in her written procedures - we ran across one the other day that referred to a “fluorescent lumigraph,” which normal humans call a “film”. So yesterday I asked for the “positive atmospheric pressure displacement adjuster” when I wanted the pipetter.
Ah, dork fun.
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And, That is seriously lazy!
The second refers to the phrase, “Laziness is the mother of invention.” The first wouldn’t be secret anymore if I told you…
The Needs Of The Few crapped on by the One Of The Many.
I have no secret codes. However, my grandmother once told me, when she worked at the Festival Hall in London, that if the words “Mr. Brown is in the Green Room” came over the PA system it meant “The building is on fire. Tell everyone to leave, then run for your life.”
Social science researcher here. I wrote this scintillating prose the other day:
“Full-time vs. reduced-hours status was also a significant moderator of the relationship between parent-role quality and intention to leave one’s job; Fchange(1,85) = 7.89, p = .006.”
In my own defense, I followed this sentence with two more describing the finding in English, and even included a helpful graph.
Mine is, again, about acronyms more’n anything else:
“I think I’ll have the kids do a KWL about the story while I prepare an IEP for the CSE”.
I made up a fun piece of slang using jargon from a nurse friend.
“Pericare PO Stat”
Does the SOP for that ELISA specify DMEM or PBS for the cells before the SDS-PAGE?
We’ve got a DTC break on LU and the VP wants to know if the DWAC dropped.
Per P.B. 17-49, the MSJ must be accompanied by an MOL.
And speaking of secret codes, I learned today that before my dad shipped out for WWII, he and his sister worked out a code so when he wrote home he could tell her where he was starting with the second word of the second sentence of the second paragraph…
For the CFP project, first we need to combine the data in CIS with CIF, then transfer that data to CDS and add in any additional information from CMS.