When a large group are assigned to a big rush job, one or more quietly disappear.. only to suddenly appear for a short while, as though performing tasks involved in the project. NOT! They are slipping off to text or other private tasks of their own. They are.. 'ghosting the job'.
Boss: 'Hey you guys - have you seen Russ or Dave?' Um.. yeah, they were just here a second ago.. but I can't see them now. Oh, here they come. Boss: 'You two are screwing the pooch! Quit ghosting the job and get busy!!'
Employees who just manage to show up, do the bare minimum, take longlunch breaks, disappear for hours, offer little or no ideas and are the first ones out the door.
Joejust comes in to monitor emails and read the internet. Man he is retired-on-the-job.
Killing the Job is usually heard in a union shop environment when a worker is working way too fast. Working way too fast or even slightly faster than the minimum speed you can get away with takes work or paid for time away from other union members.
Union Worker 1: Holy fuck Man! You better tell Weed to slow the fuck down! Union Worker 2: You got that shit right, he's fucking killing the job!
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."