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By Ken Hollow, reluctant translator of corporate Elvish
Corporate jargon is less communication and more spellcasting. Nobody actually knows what half of it means, but if you chant it loudly in a meeting, you gain +3 charisma and temporary immunity from accountability. It’s not English. It’s a fantasy language pack, installed directly into PowerPoint and Slack, and it’s cursed.
Every fantasy world has its language. Ours is no different:
Every meeting is basically a D&D campaign, except instead of treasure you get more tasks.
PowerPoints are grimoires written in this language. You flip through slides like arcane scrolls:
The DM (your manager) narrates in monotone, casting “synergy” every three minutes to keep the party awake. By slide 47, everyone has taken psychic damage.
Nana, naturally, excels at this. She once joined a quarterly meeting and spoke entirely in jargon:
The execs nodded like she was a prophet. She was actually quoting directly from a list of cursed phrases she found in a brand deck. Still more coherent than the VP of Marketing.
It’s not communication. It’s world-building.
Corporate jargon is a fantasy language pack nobody asked for. It makes meetings feel like quests, PowerPoints feel like prophecy, and emails read like side quests you didn’t accept. None of it makes work better. It just makes it harder to tell what’s actually happening.
So next time someone says, “Let’s circle back to move the needle with synergy,” just nod, roll for deception, and hope the campaign ends early.
Ken Hollow, reluctant bard of corporate nonsense, still waiting for a long rest
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.
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