A place featuring the suffering of hell mixed with the mindless tedium of purgatory.
The minnions (or WGMs) are gernally fat greasy males or attractive young blondes who have bedded the fat greasy males, who patrol the area, strutting around looking important, and making sure that the mortals (or Keyers) keep looking at their screens at all times.
Common phrases often heard at MDEC are:
"You should be back keying by now" (meaning "you are 15 seconds late back from break and I'm trying to impose my authority. My God I'm so important.")
"Would you like to see your seeds?" ("You dared to make a mistake last week and I'm going to mull over it with you")
"Sick absence is still too high" ("We make you book your annual leave 18 months in advance and now you tell us you need a day off?")
"I quit" ("I quit")
The average "life-span" (the time it takes for a keyer to become so desparately bored with the job that they run out crying) is 18 months.
The minnions (or WGMs) are gernally fat greasy males or attractive young blondes who have bedded the fat greasy males, who patrol the area, strutting around looking important, and making sure that the mortals (or Keyers) keep looking at their screens at all times.
Common phrases often heard at MDEC are:
"You should be back keying by now" (meaning "you are 15 seconds late back from break and I'm trying to impose my authority. My God I'm so important.")
"Would you like to see your seeds?" ("You dared to make a mistake last week and I'm going to mull over it with you")
"Sick absence is still too high" ("We make you book your annual leave 18 months in advance and now you tell us you need a day off?")
"I quit" ("I quit")
The average "life-span" (the time it takes for a keyer to become so desparately bored with the job that they run out crying) is 18 months.
You don't want to work at the MDEC.
by mortal April 17, 2007
Contrary to what some of the imbeciles have already written, the MDEC is a decent working environment with a reasonable salary for what the job entails. Admittedly it isn't the best job in the world, but perhaps some of the losers that constantly criticise should get off their spineless arse and try and better themselves if they don't like it. The managers have a difficult job to do there, unfortunately some of these half-wits have no perspective on life other than their own miserable existence and fail to see how managers have to be able to help people, with personal as well as work-related issues and ensure that the business unit is performing. There are many keyers who have become managers having been developed and have acquired skills that are transferable in any management role. Managers even have to key when it is busy, even though they are not contracted to. All I would say is that there has hardly been any need for recruitment for the last 18 months, so people can't be leaving there in droves, can they?
The MDEC is a major Plymouth employer unfortunate enough to have a significant number of whingers on its books
by notperfect September 04, 2006
A fictional (yet very apparent) disease, contracted when one is perceived to have worked at the MDEC for an abnormal period of time.
Symptoms include: random hand gestures, Dick and Dom quotes, Napoleon Dynamite quotes, outlandish nicknames assigned to virtually everyone in the workplace, and completely bizarre "games" played at the MDEC during quiet periods (most of the time), with utterly irrelevant rules.
Symptoms include: random hand gestures, Dick and Dom quotes, Napoleon Dynamite quotes, outlandish nicknames assigned to virtually everyone in the workplace, and completely bizarre "games" played at the MDEC during quiet periods (most of the time), with utterly irrelevant rules.
"That guy pretending his arm is a periscope and lobbing imaginary grenades clearly has MDEC Dementia."
"Ooo, eee, ahh, Beefy's gone potty!"
"I'm not stopping! I'm not stopping!"
"Red for ratty, green for fester. You go first."
"Let's drop a coin on the floor and see if she picks it up..."
"Can't find me cheque book..."
"No, no, no Mr. Schneider; that's COMPLETELY out of hand!"
"Here we are in the industrial zone, so-called because of CORRUGATED CARDBOARD and some PIPING!"
"Let's reveal the BUZZWIRE!"
"This is the future: SKITTLES and REMOTE CONTROLLED CARS!"
"Naebody Move! Whoop whoop!"
"Ooo, eee, ahh, Beefy's gone potty!"
"I'm not stopping! I'm not stopping!"
"Red for ratty, green for fester. You go first."
"Let's drop a coin on the floor and see if she picks it up..."
"Can't find me cheque book..."
"No, no, no Mr. Schneider; that's COMPLETELY out of hand!"
"Here we are in the industrial zone, so-called because of CORRUGATED CARDBOARD and some PIPING!"
"Let's reveal the BUZZWIRE!"
"This is the future: SKITTLES and REMOTE CONTROLLED CARS!"
"Naebody Move! Whoop whoop!"
by DC Harry Batt September 15, 2008
A place with nasty people that will bully and harass you for having a disability. They'll make up stories, spread rumours, be hostile and treat you like crap then blame you for everything!
by Meh2.1 December 15, 2023
An office with nasty people that will bully and harass you for having a disability. They'll make up stories, spread rumours, be hostile and treat you like crap then blame you for everything!
by Meh2.1 December 21, 2023