“Next Wednesday’s meeting has been moved forward two days, what day is the meeting on now?”
It’s not a trick question.
Your answer says something about how you process time in relation to yourself.
Its called the ego-moving metaphor or the time-moving metaphor.
Do you see yourself as moving through time (Friday answer) or time as a stream that moves events towards you than behind you (Monday answer).
The paper suggesting that there are two different metaphors for time-space relation among English speakers, Here
Monday, but not because of the crappy “metaphor” stuff. Consider: when you push BACK a deadline, it gives you more time, meaning it is at a later date than originally set. So when you move something’s date FORWARD (the opposite of BACK, duh), then you have less time because it is on an earlier date than originally planned.
I dunno. I’ve been in business for 30 plus years and have had countless meeting either pushed back or moved forward. And moving a meeting forwards is always sooner.
We would never write it like that. We would give the new date and time for the meeting.
Our time is too valuable to jerk around
That first “anonymous” was I.
@Just saying – Amen! +1
Never been to one, and not starting now. But enjoy your Monday meeting. And if you see the man with six fingers, tell him, HELLO!!!, from me!
This post be rayciss!
People who operate on CPT gon’ miss da meetin’ whether it be Monday, Friday, yesterday, tomorrow, or nex’ year!
So what?
If it’s too complicated it’ll be covered again in your next TPS report.
Consider yourself lucky if you never need to attend meetings with customers. There’s an entire cottage industry built on high powered negotiation skills with customers. All kinds of rules like always sit to the right of your opponent because that’s a position of authority. I always figured fuck that my 56 inch chest and 23 inch arms give me the position of authority bitch. But in retrospect there’s been times when that’s worked against me. There’s to many pansies in the world. I’m glad I don’t do that shit much anymore.
I would sit opposite my inferiors with my arms crossed Brad. Just wanted them to know “I’m not interested” in anything they say. I liked to convey that my mind was closed to their drivel. 🙂
Jane in retrospect I felt like a whore. My principles were compromised more than once. Meaning compromising to some pussy when I knew we were the only ones that could get the job done. We still made our money but it’s the bowing down part. I could tell you stories.
Only a narcissistic shithead would think that time flows through them. We definitely flow through space time.
Could be worse.
Next Wednesday is not this Wednesday.
The whole damn thing is off by a week by the language around here.