Nay, just going in late.
See, this is what happens when you get old, you get LAZY! What a tragedy, to have a perfectly good excuse for a riot muddle down into an excuse to hit the snooze a few more times. 
Why, in my day, we rioted so hard half the time we just called in sick, so as to save the workplace the headache of trying to get us to put our clothes back on and stop surfing on the stairs! 'cause we were thoughtful, as well as riotous. Hrmph!
And in honour of old times…I shall not go to work today, muahahahaha!!
Wait…I do that every day! Perhaps I should GO to work. But whose work? <looks around>
Yeah, coffee must be found…/searches
Happy riot <lazy> day! 
You can come to my irk Tao. You can either take my place and let me go home for the day or we can riot. I’m good either way. 
HEE! Somebody in another department just told me about a delicioiusly evil thing she used to do at another job where she worked switchboard. There was one co-irker who would get on her nerves so she would sometimes forward all co-irker’s calls to dial a prayer (remember that?). After a while somebody would come to co-irker and ask why all her calls were goin’ to dial a prayer. Co-irker would call her about it and she’d just say, “you must have accidentally forwarded all your calls there, you need to dial *73 to take your phone off forward.” I think I love her.
My work! You won’t know what to do, but then neither do I.:smack: 
** Mooomm** Ivyland is north of the city & about a dozen miles from my orifice.
Swampy, have I mentioned the time I worked phone tech support for Aitch-Pee? We were NOT allowed to forward people to corporate for any reason; any issues people had with the company itself, well…we had to calm them down. Which is kinda normal, but there are times, hoooboy! And Aitch-Pee was pulling some fast ones on customers, and we were just supposed to play dumb and not rock the boat. It was REALLY hard not to give people a direct line.
In frustration, I printed out a paper that said, in big and bold letters, "AITCH-PEE Direct Complaint Line- 1-800-<insert number here that actually spelled out ‘Eat Shit’>
It was a joke, of course, but…of course…some newbie, on a day I wasn’t there, got frustrated, tried to find a Help number, and came over to my cubicle and found that printout. Used it, started telling other people about it, and other newbies started using it.
I come back to work, find out what happened, and in horror actually call that number to see where we were inadvertently sending people. Turns out it was a Microsoft Tech Support Line So I got very lucky, but it was a hoot and a holler. Hell, probably actually helped people with some of the problems they were having, since many of them stemmed from the OEM version of the OS that was on their comps.
Why am I not surprised that 1-800-Eat-Sh*T would get one to Microsoft support?
I have made an executive decision. I shall irk from da cave this afternoon. It’s quiet and since what I need to get done I can do just as well from there, why not!
Also, chikin livers, fries and succotash shall be dindin tonight cause that’s what I want.
Alas, Spidey, I won’t be in your neighborhood - the aircraft in question is being moved to Johnstown where I will be going either late next week or early the week after. TBD.
I still hate SolidWorks, but I’m slowly figuring it out. So there’s that.
Lunch is leftovers from Weds. It was supposed to be yesterday’s lunch, but they brought in pizza, so it became today’s lunch. It’s not very satisfying due to a serious lackage of chocolate and/or cookies. There was cake downstairs yesterday - I may go down and see if there’s any left. The pumpkin bundt was quite tasty…
3 anna half hours to go, more or less…
Ok that’s it, I’m coming to work at Swampy’s place! That is, the home place; I love the smell of frying livers, though 9 times out of 10 I can’t actually eat it, lol. And I’ve never had succotash, so you can teach me! I shall bring cookies!
Oh heck…cookies for everyone, yay!!
Succotash is just corn and lima beans in the same pot. I never understood why it needed a name. We don’t have a special name for peas-n-carrots, after all.
I left lunch at home.
dammit.
Well this is one fucked up day that started out awful and probably is going to get way worse.
Of course nothing like the problems others are having, nobody is sick, dying or in the hospital.
So I feel guilty for even being upset.
It could be a lot worse.
I hate when the actions of others interfere in my life when I never asked those people to be in my life in the first place.
It’s sad that Dorothy is homeless. I personally know four people who are homeless and have one telephone client who is.
One of the three I would take in if I had my own place. I tried to help one of the others but he was making so many bad decisions that I had to stop before he dragged me down with him. It’s a sad place to be and never should be when people are trying to work and keep their heads above water.
I don’t want to go the pit so I’m just saying what I have to say here. Up until the last few years I never knew a homeless person who didn’t put themselves in that position. Now I know good people who have hit hard times. I know other people living paycheck to paycheck that are a one or two paychecks away from being homeless.
As far as the free phones go, my son is eligible for one because he gets SS. We don’t need it so we won’t get it. One homeless person I know has 6 of them and when one runs out of minutes he goes on to the next.
My poor kid, I’m just glad he wasn’t here this am to hear my sister tell me she hopes I fall down the stairs, break my neck and die, and hear her call him a retard and my SO a n&**$%. And my bil thinks I’m the one who needs meds. Oh well, he has two degrees and makes 6 figures, I guess he should know.:rolleyes:
{{{Sari}}} just cause it looks like you need a hug. Sis, on the other hand, needs a clue by four upside the haid.
Tao do come and dine upon foies de poulet frit et frites françaises. That’s fried chikin livers and french fries in French.
I have declared irk over for the week. Don’t wanna do anymore and so I’m not. So There!
We left work an hour early because **FCD **wanted to. I’ve put clear glaze on all the stuff that needs clear glaze. Tomorrow, I’ll finish 3 bowls and a fat Santa penguin. Tomorrow night, I fire. Yay!
We’ll go into work for a while on Monday - **FCD **has a meeting at 10 and I’ve got some odds and ends I can tend to. Between now and then, who knows?? We’re spontaneous like that!
You’re a smart lady.
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What the hell do penguins have to do with Santa? Santa lies at the NORTH Pole.
Penguins live in the Southern hemisphere. The SOUTH pole.
What’s the Straight Dope?
I made a fat penguin. If penguins believed in Santa, the fat one would be recruited to play Santa at their office parties. Don’t be so analytical!
Yeah, flytrap! Penguin kidlets might believe in Santa. Then an adult penguin could play Santa for the penguin kidlets. Why do you hate penguin kidlets?
Just finished an early dindin. 'Twas nummy. Plus, MOG called earlier and invitated us to N.O.L. at the good seafood place after deheathenization on Sunday. YAY!!!
Aardvark cubs might believe in Santa.
Kangaroo joeys might believe in Santa.
Wildebeest calves might believe in Santa.
Aardvarks are not associated with Santa.
Inflatable Kangaroos are not present in yards with inflatable Santas.
Wildebeests, however one spells them do not adorn malls at Christmas.
WHY THE @#$! PENGUINS??
I want an inflatable kangaroo!
WHY THE @#$! NOT?
Listen, you’re Jewish now. Jews don’t question others’ beliefs. So stop questioning the penguins’ beliefs. Nyah
For a festive lawn ornament, or recreational purposes?
But I digress.
Why penguins?