I would make Death Chicken, but I have no nutmeg.
Been watching Sarah Connor Chronicles on Hutu, but the computer stopped cooperating. No surprise there.
gt, I have 2 PCs but only one connection, otherwise I would email it. Good sick pay use is my good assistant. Abuse is Evil Assistant.
Hi Roo! :grope:
Abigatory dunken prost. since HUTU has failed me, I’m listening to the Dropkick Murphys. Thanks to everyone in the drinking songs thread for pointing them out to me.
OK, must go to sleep…
Morning will come much too fast…
Did you save me any of the poulet mort
I remember your rant, in this case we don’t have to come back (the shinding begins at 7pm) but I have strong suspicions that, as so many times before, next morning the only people who are in the office at the usual time and not three hours later will be us Spaniards.
It seems to be a cultural thing, the Brits are all fine with coming in late and leaving at the usual time, whereas if we’re getting time off we’d rather get it at the end of the workday. And for us “I’ve got a hangover” is either reason to miss work altogether or to work while looking like shite, it’s not reason to come in late.
Moment Slayer, I do hope all the chicken you guys eat is mort. It would be quite impolite to be eating live poulet!
Hi, Lunch, we were wondering why you had us on a diet!
A whole office full of Tin Knickers clones? Could it be possible? I didn’t like to think so but I am beginning to believe I could be wrong. Here’s the saga!
I needed to get a large batch of student handouts copied, we’re talking about 4,500 copies of various things, the level of copying that would take me days and annoy everyone else in the office because I’d be tying up the copier for ages. So I took it all down to Central Printing and asked them to do the job. The process is that they take the work, give me a quote while they do the job, and I get a purchase order signed by our finance people who will then pay for it. Seems quite simple, right?
When the quote arrived, I transferred the information to a purchase order form and sent it to the finance office. There are three people involved here – Sara (the office manager), Sharon (the assistant divisional manager) and Marie (the finance person). I sent my PO to them, then I get an email from Sara saying that she’s sending it back to me because it has no signature and no account codes. I look puzzled, because I’m working from the copies of POs in the file for last year and not a single one of them has either a signature or an account code.
So I ask Shiny New Boss if she has the authority to sign things, but she says no. Then she thinks about it and says that it might have been Sharon. I email Sharon and ask her if she signs my PO stuff and if so, could she let me have the relevant account codes so that I can get it sorted out. She replies that she doesn’t sign them, and it should be either Judy or Sara! Well, Judy has already told me she hasn’t got signing authority, and Sara was the one who sent it back to me in the first place complaining that it had no signature.
Hmmm…where to go next? I decided to ask Marie, as she’s technically the “finance person” and once again requested account codes and advice on signatories. Marie says that since I work for SNB/Andrea, it should be one of them who signs for it and they should be able to tell me the account code. I already know SNB doesn’t sign them so I rang Andrea – she’s the assistant educational manager in Primary Care which is the sort of sister dept to Public Health where I work.
She rang me back to say that she doesn’t sign them because it’s got to come from a Public Health budget and she’s only responsible for Primary Care budgets. Anyway, she said she’d speak to The Office and see what she could sort out with them, after agreeing that it was getting very silly.
This morning she rang me back to say that since it was teaching materials, it comes from Public Health’s central budget and it was Sara’s responsibility to sign for it. This being the same Sara who claimed it wasn’t up to her and she didn’t know which account to use. Today, I waltzed up to their office and presented Sara with the PO, complete with funky account code…and she signed it without even batting an eyelid. Oh, and then she asked me to pass it to Marie, who sits across the office from her.
I have a feeling this combination is going to be the new TK! I wonder what we should call them – any ideas?
It’s a pity Marie’s name isn’t Shannon or something like that, it was getting to have a certain rythm and rhyme. I hereby propose the Tin Sisterhood.
It is early. I will focus my eyes soon. Not now.
For now- but I make no promises for Saturday…
Sleepy, must shower.
Oooh. Good idea. Gotta go pack up my Pollo de la Muerte for NOL and go off to work. Yes, it’s early. No I am not happy. But it’s the only way to make sure that the stuff for Friday’s release even has a glimmer of hope to get in on Friday.
GT
ETA: Firs on four for Le Poulet de la Morte? Wahoo!
G’morning all - up and caffeinating. Today is mammogram day. I feel half nekked already, with no lotion, perfume, powder or deodorant! :eek: I think I’ll carry a little deodorant in my purse to use afterwards … 
The chicken we had leftover was eaten for breakfast yesterday, so I’m told. I did not get a second serving to take to work for lunch!
BooFae, that does sound like an office of Tin Knickers, unfortunately! I kinda like Nava’s suggestion as to what to call them though.
Happy Hump Day all.
It’s morning. I’m here. (But not awake.)
Blurf[sup]2[/sup].
I told VWife I was going to try a new chicken recipe this weekend.
“Oh. What is it?”
“It’s called Death Chicken…”, followed by a brief rundown of ingredients and the reasoning behind the name.
:rolleyes::rolleyes::dubious::rolleyes:
Well, yeah Toots, me no likum horse, either.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Also survived the commute to work. No major accidents to report on my way from the kitchen to the study. I actually did some of the workpile last night so I should get finished early today. YAY!
The talk of pot roast has me jonesin’ for some so Ima put one on in the slow cooker in a little while. It’s really all ready to go in except I need to sear up the beast which won’t take long.
I like Nava’s suggestion of Tin Sisterhood. Made me giggle!
doggio…
HOW’S THE HAID THIS MORNIN’???
Ok, to the workpile.
Later Y’all!
I’m not sure what to call the Death Chicken now. Do I go with
Pollo de la Muerte
Le Poulet de la Morte
Todeshuhn
My French pronunciation sucks, so I’m leaning towards either español or Deutsch. I think “Todeshuhn” has a nice final sound to it.
The reference desk blew up last night. I blame the new tutoring program on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Hopefully there will be an all-out fistfight for one of the group study rooms before the end of the semester. (Hey, I’d be entertained!)
Speaking of tutoring, I quit the athlete tutoring job via email last night. That’s a load off.
Mornin’ all. Caffeinating.
Tho, I gotta tell you - two of our people are leaving us. One quit, and one was a temp whom we couldn’t pay anymore. So today we are having going-away parties for both of them. At Smokey Bones BBQ! Yay!
More later once my eyes are fully open. I hate mornings.
Good morning!
The concert was excellent! They played for three hours, with one twenty minute intermission. We had such a good time! Mr Rebo took the day off, and is still in bed. He needed to - the night before he went into work at 2:00 am, and got off yesterday at 5:30 pm.
Here’s the progress I made on the hall, Swampy. Not as much as I would have liked. Only the entry and half the main hall (both sides.) Looks like my little one-day project has turned into at least three days! And OMG am I sore. My shoulders and butt muscles are not happy with me.
Off to forage for breakfast…
Yerg! What a strange dream I had last night!! I dreamed I was a tall thin young African American woman having a passionate but chaste affair with Senator Obama. I just gotta cut down on the Ibuprophen before bed! :rolleyes:
rebo, painting job is looking good! I like that color.
boofae, that’s an overabundance of dense people. May I suggest a swift and lethal coup d’ etat?
I need to make a list of things I need to do still. Italy is only 3 weeks away! :eek:
Tupug
Hehehe. It’s that kind of day around here. One of my coworkers is leaving and we had a happy hour for her last night. I only stayed until about 7 but she and a couple others were there until midnight. They don’t look so good this morning so we’re making these kinds of comments to them.
It’s a very interesting group to do stuff with away from work. It tends to turn into a how-not-to-behave sexual harassment training video. :eek::smack:
Good luck at the doctor’s herbs.
Here’s the grilled chapati recipe, gt. You’ll probably need a NYTimes account to view it, though. Let me know if you have problems and I’ll copy down the ingredients for you. (Hopefully that won’t violate copyright or anything.)
