A place where 95 percent of employees are happy to work in reasonably relaxed surroundings getting paid above average wages for the role with quite generous bonus incentives. 5 percent of employees attend to loaf, meet other loafers and take Royal Mail for a ride until their comeupance is due.
continually complaining with a negative defeatist attitude but know there is no better job out there where their lazy, tedious attitudes would be accepted.
by Happy Keyer February 24, 2005
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 4, 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