Last week Microsoft was trying to play down comments by one of its former executives that the outfit had become a place where bright ideas were killed off by a Byzantine system and middle management intrigues.
However it is starting to look like more moaning Microsofties are crawling out of the woodwork to attack the outfit.
Beta news has been collecting a file of the moaning and is coming to the conclusion that middling, middle managers run Microsoft.
One 13 year veteran said that phrases like "Killed over politics," "Deeply dysfunctional family" and "Poor worker bees" all get used a lot among staff.
One said that it became clear to him that Microsoft had turned the corner. While there were still a lot of smart people beavering away on various projects, but they were largely hamstrung by multiple levels of largely ineffective management.
The intellectual rigor demonstrated by much of the management was sadly lacking. In some ways it was funny, but mostly depressing, one told beta news.
When he started at MSFT in 1996, there were six people between me and Bill Gates. In 2009, there were 13 people between him and Steve Ballmer.
“There are good managers at MSFT. I've seen them. There just aren't very many, and they're swimming against an internally focused, reward-driven culture that puts the highest value on visibility,” he said.
Are we sure M$ isn't actually part of federal government?
Any fair-to-middling glib bigchiz-bigwig, would much prefer to up a blind jitty than endure any squeaky bum time. It is best to put the mockers on the backroom boffins, by insuring the badger'd bacon sees no room to swing a cat, and thereby take down a peg or two sharper than a serpent's tooth.
All that's required of a shvitzer's whipping-boy is to kiss the Shinola at the foot of the stairs, and not become the bane of someone else's bad books.
Because, if you don't wag the dog, then you most certainly shouldn't of haved given a tinker's damn at all about any-the-whose sacred cows' are cock-ups.
For, Sir Alan, you can not be filching the Roman fiddler, if you're all het up like the Dickens on putting a feather in the caps of the back benchers and making barking Beelzebub shine the A1 at Lloyd's, init?.
Aight's only a tempest in a Tea Party, guvnor, no need to chinky your armouire.