Update: I’m still not getting any work done.
Extra Update: I haven’t killed anybody at work today yet. It may happen though.
My day was yesterday, late afternoon. I did bark at a few people, but didn’t bite anybody.
Today is much better, so far.
heh heh, Rue, thanks for that, guess where I’ve been for the last half hour? (we need a shiny shoes smiley). Actually, my boots WERE all shiny and shmick, but the rain came down so fast and so heavy that within a few minutes I was wading through a couple of inches of run-off. Twas quite amazing, but not something to marvel at when you’re stuck in the middle of it. Blah. Well, both sets of shoes are now shiny and nice, but I’m sure the Docs will need another coat over the weekend. That way when the next downpour pours down they’ll be kinda more like boots and less like cardboard!
Swampy, well, I DO declare! (and we need a smiley of Buggs Bunny in drag, a la, his blushing southern belle look, for times just like this’un. Saving that, we need a blushing smiley).
Anyhoo, I’d be only too happy to post said deguerrotypes, y’know, for ‘the community good’ and all that jazz, but…
a) I’m sure it’d be WAAAY to hot for the boards, and then we’d both get booted (see first part of this post for ‘boots’)
and
- MrsDangergene might not take too kindly to my explanations that the pics are just a few quick photos for ‘my special internet friend, who just happens to be a guy. A guy who likes burly, hirsute chaps of a slightly swarthy persuasion, why do you ask dear?’. Put it this way, there’d be NO taking of Hot Aussie Action pictures then! (as she insists on puting it so delicately! This from the same tender flower who coined the phrase ‘Hot Asian Action’ when she spilt lemonade down the front of a nice, new, business shirt).
and
iii) ah… shaddup! I’m not gonna do that joke, it’s too damn old!
um… i’m sure i have more to post, but for the time being, blush (and polish)
(I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere, but it’s friggin hot and late and I’ve got drawings to do, so I’ll see y’all on the morrow!).
nighty-night! Bite the bedbugs!
hey, Welby, back off man, Swampy’s MINE!
I’m sleeping now, fer real I am, fer really real!
ZZZZZZZZZZZ (anon anon).
(one eye open watching Welby)
Yeah - Fresca is bad! Right on! hides 2 liter of bottle of Fresca in fridge
I love flavored sodas. I tried green apple from Wegman’s a couple months ago - yummy. Diet green apple, to be precise. I won’t drink regular sodas - been on WW too long, it’s stuck in my head to get calories from food, not drink. So I don’t get to try all the funky new flavors, like Live Wire Mountain Dew, or that Sprite berry thing. Discrimination! Thank goodness Mountain Dew Code Red comes in diet.
Susan
dangergene you crack me up!
The whole sports theme of the OP was just too boy for me, so I’ve been silent, yet reading along.
The most interesting thing that has happened this week is I set a bagel on fire. Yessir, actual flames shooting out of the toaster oven. What made it so exciting is that I was outside moving the cars around in the driveway when I was informed of the Great Bagel Fire.
I pull into the driveway, see my 9-year-old daughter burst forth from the house and, over the noise of the engine, hear “MOM blah blah blah IS ON FIRE!!!” :eek: :eek:
Holy crap. I can barely get the car in gear fast enough to go running in the house. My dear husband was asleep in the bedroom, home on a sick day, so I didn’t know if he’d heard or not. Oh yes. He clearly heard “IS ON FIRE” and that propelled him from the bed into the kitchen, where I found him calmly removing the flaming former cinnamon raisin bagel from the oven and tossing it, still flaming, into the sink.
I had totally forgotten about the stupid bagel when I went out to move the cars. The “off” on the toaster portion of the toaster oven doesn’t work, which requires Vigilence on the part of anyone in the Cherry household desiring toasted products. Which I obviously did not have, seeing as how I blythely went outside and moved the cars and all.
The whole moving to my new office thing isn’t going so well. We hit a few snags here and there. Yes guys, I really do need my filing cabinets. Really. I offered to disconnect my computer, cart it over to the new area, and reconnect it myself, but nooooo. Only the superior beings in IT are allowed to do stuff like that. I bet they don’t even like me turning it on for myself.
I’m also trying to impress upon these people that it would be a great thing if I actually had a desk. Apparently I’m being overly demanding.
I’m not broken, my mind just works too fast for you all. I was looking at a catalogue with polar fleece outerwear prominately featured. And I had mentioned polar bears, so I put them together and wah-la (I know this isn’t how to spell wah-la, it actually begins with a “v”, but, I can’t find my dictionary and i think it needs an accent mark and I dont’ know how to do those, so phonetic will have to do).
I rarely drink soda–if I’m going to have empty calories, it’s gonna be chocolate, but I love hard lemonade. Currently, I love hard limeade specifically, but generically hard lemonade conveys my thought. Hard lemonade and the stuff like Sminoff Ice and Jack Daniel Cordials are the Annie Greensprings Boone’s Farm Wines (whatever) of my day–alcohol that tastes more like kool-aid than alcohol. I’ve decided I really got ripped off in that department, ‘cuz that wine was nasty, and this new stuff is tasty. I’ve also decided that I’m cool and hip when I drink it and not a pathetic middle-aged lady desperately trying to hold on to her fading youth. (Because, of course, youth and beauty such as mine never fade, I’m marvelous, darlin’, simply marvelous.)
What were we talking about?
I’d be doing better if I got to work with old lady’s crotches like Exgineer does.
Did I just say that out loud?
Sheesh.
So okay, I’m now in my new office and the wonderful IT folks have my computer all hitched up and firin’ away. They finally came around to my way of thinking on the whole desk issue as well, so I now have a desk. It’s a total piece of crap compared to my old desk, but I’m not a desk snob so I really don’t care too much. I need a longer phone cord so I can get the phone on the desk instead of the windowsill, but that’s a minor issue.
Unfortunately I hit a wall in regards to my filing cabinets. It is true that I really don’t need those particular cabinets per se so much as what’s inside them, so yes, I suppose one potential solution would be to find me cabinets of identical capacity to the ones I already have and install them in the new office so that I could then unpack the stuff from the cabinets in the old office and repack it in the cabinets in the new office. Monkeys might fly out of my butt too. I suggested that a somewhat more elegant solution would be to just move the damned cabinets I already have, but that just earned me some blank stares.
I’m not expecting any immediate improvement in the situation either.
I think Exgineer’s got a case of the Mondays!
::: ducks and runs :::
Ahem. So that’s how it’s going to be, is it? Very well, then.
I think all pets have a weird streak in them like this. I know my black kitty does. Every night when I put her in her room at bedtime (my cats have their own bedroom decorated in the highest feline style I’ll have you know) she goes over to the side of the water bowl, not the front, jumps over it, then goes back around it to the front to drink. That’s just odd.
Then again, she is my cat.
I’m predicting that Exgineer will be made to empty his filing cabinets and carry the boxes to his new office himself. As he is trudging back and forth, he notices that one of the filing cabinets in his old office is gone. Lo and behold, when he gets to his new office (straining under the weight of a box full of filing) he finds that a filing cabinet, surprisingly similar to the one in his old office, is now in his new office. With no proof, he heads back for another box, and discovered that yet another of the filing cabinets in his old office is missing. Getting back to the new office, yes, you guessed it, a second filing cabinet amazingly similar to the ones in his old office. Complete until all filing cabinets are moved.
Even more frightening? To someone, someone with at least a little bit of authority at Ex’s workplace, thinks this all makes sense.
Maybe it’s part of the company’s wellness program. The exercise will do Ex (HAH!) good. It’s a cardio vascular workout and strength training all rolled into one. Smart move. 
I went to a visitation tonight. One of my co-worker’s sisters died unexpectedly last Friday. I knew the sister too cause she had done some volunteer work for us. It was sad. Others from work are going to the funeral tomorrow.
Speaking of death, no one died in the office today. I showed amazing restraint. Be proud of me. Plus, stuff I was insisting get done today got done. I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that tomorrow’s payday and checks were sitting on my desk waiting to be signed. Hmmmmmmmm… maybe I should investigate.
You started it. Don’t complain now. For the record, I have been informed by reliable sources that I’m dead sexy. For a middle-aged guy. So there.
In re: the moving thing, Kallessa and swampy have collectively homed in on the underlying truth, at least in my opinion. Kallessa is going with active malice, while swampy Angel Pants! assumes total incompetence. Both are correct. I’m dealing with the most frustrating of all possible things, an entrenched beuraocracy. You know these people, because you work with them. They’re the ones who have been there forever, and they’re the only ones who know where everything is, and everything you have to do to get them to do something.
“Sorry, that’s not on the work order.”
If I were a violent man my right foot would be really sore right now, and covered with some peoples’ breakfast from yesterday.
What really frustrates me right know is that I have some halfway-clever things to say about heavy airlifts and genetically altered sporting animals, but I just don’t have the time to compose the post.
Oh yeah, BiblioCat has made The List.
You don’t want to be on The List, because it’s a bad thing.
When you deliberately taunt Exgineer, he puts you on the list. Then, later, you go on The List, which is a select group of members who have taunted Exgineer to the point where he actually remebers the taunt and feels like taking action and putting said member on The List. Exgineer has a poor memory, however, so he sometimes fails to add people who have taunted him to The List, and therefore some posters have fallen through the cracks. He also has a remarkably short attention span.*
Being on the list has dire consequences that haven’t been firmly established yet, because let’s face it, there isn’t a lot that some mope from Albany can do to you. But be warned, that could change at any minute. When I take over the world you’ll be sorry.
Current entries on The List:
welby
Oh yeah, and BiblioCat
*Yeah, I’m talking about myself in the third person. Eat it.
Bolding by Kallessa
Like the polar fleece sheep?
Sheep are too sporting animals! Haven’t you ever heard of sheepdog trials? Well, how hard would they be without the sheep? Huh? Huh? Got you there. Without the sheep, the sporting sheep, it would just be a competition of which sheep dog could run around barking the best. And the Gods know how well every sheepdog does that, so like every dog would have to win and where’s the competition in that? Huh? Told ya they were sporting animals. Polar sheep. Yep. Mmmhmm. Well, that’s that, then.
but Kalley, the real question is how do they get the sheep and the dog to breed?!?!?!?. Or am I missing some sort of genetics thingamabob here?