Oh Rue I got an important question for you about Stick.
Is it of uniform diameter, or is it thinner at the top or bottom?
No, no. A newton is a smallish fig cookie at 9.8 metres per second times an ounce and a half volts.
I’m helpful. Also I didn’t take Physics.
And Rue visited!
Read my last two posts. That’s what you get for not paying attention. 
swampy, I tell you what. I’d love to be at a dinner party with you. I can imagine being entertained by your storytelling.
Bring it on Welby! The trebuchet is finished and the squid is being delivered this afternoon. I’m ready fer ye.
P. S. you mispelled believe. Twice.
I’m confuddled! What does he do with it then? Take it to the movies?
Mmmmmm…newtons!
I didn’t mean you. Unless you want me to.
rifty, I love you and your attempts to ejemakate us but for me it’s like the Far Side cartoon where the guy is talking to his dog. You know…“Ginger, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, etc.”
Howsomeever, I DO know summit about Panama City. the PCB CVB happens to be a PR client. The beaches are very nice but it will be hotter than Hades in the summer. Not triple digits but consistently, relentlessly, too damn hot. Can you deal? On the up side, EVERYTHING is air-conditioned. Oh, yeah, and there are lotto bugs.
You are all wrong. A Newton is a lovely suburg of Boston.
taters, you are tired because it is still time change week and your inner clock is still FUBAR
swampy, great recounting of the demise of DQ.
Hi, rue!
Newtons sometimes have apple, blueberry or strawberry. The strawberry ones are particularly good, but I still like the fig ones the best. Kinda like KFC. Sure they have all kinds but good ol’ original is still the best.
Taters if it wasn’t for the voices in my head I’d go nuts. 
Did I mention that I’m a bachelor? ACBG is off doin’ family type stuff til sometime Monday evening. Did that stop him from wanting to know the saga of DQ? No it did not. He called me a little bit ago to get all the details. It was a whole lot easier to relay after a beer.
I left work at 3:30. The voices had had enough for one day. They wanted beer. Never, ever, deny the head voices beer.
scout with most of the people I know, I’m just happy if a dinner party doesn’t turn into a food fight. They do tend to be right chatty. Like the time everybody was imagining the BVM in their mashed taters. (N.O.T.) Yeah, my dinner parties do tend to get a little strange. Why do you ask?
Oh yeah. Rifty PCB is three hours from where I live. It’s noisy, crowded and full of them goldurned college kids. You’d like it.
It is to laugh. How about basic college physics, correspondence,which I handed over to my BF (long distance) and promptly forgot about? I got a D- in it-it was a pre-req for my major and the community college I was going to take it from went on a teacher strike-never mind, long story. I know nothing of physics, except sometimes the guys are hot. Think of Phoebe on “Friends” with her physicist BF–the one she told not to go to Minsk. That’s me, right there. (I’m cuter, but older). 
I’m with Rue here. And my Dad’s second cousin lives in Newton MA.
No, this is a (mis-spelled) detective in a rumpled trench coat.
They don’t teach English in all those science classes, do they? Isn’t the definition the formal way of describing a term, anyway?
Not picking on you, Spats --I know you’re busy and preoccupied today. I’ll put it down to my ignorance and lack of edujmacation.
swampus -my voices never recommend beer, but chocolate, sex and naps. I like the voices in my head alot. 
Drama Queen needs to grow up, no?
I lived in a dorm in Newton MA my freshman year in college. That was the year that U.S. Today had a list of top counties with lead in the water. Newton was #1.
Susan
Spats, DQ had been called on the carpet for a list of things she had not done. See, there had been complaints from co-workers as well as customers. Her supervisor had called her in to address these, along with suggestions to make things better. Along about item three, she gave the infamous “I Quit!” and stormed out. So, yeah, there were problems (lots and lots) but she could have chosen to work on a plan to fix said problems. Instead she chose to go all DQ, which means, she was probably not willing to listen and go and sin no more. The thing about work is, sooner or later, anybody can be called on the carpet about stuff not being done the way it should. One can either discuss the problems calmly and rationally or not. Sometimes perceived problems are not really problems and the individual upon the carpet should be able to state why that is. If problems do exist, said person upon the carpet can work to fix stuff, as best it can be fixed. Nobody expects anybody to be perfect, but still, one can figure out how to make some things better. Going all “DQ” is not a way to make stuff better. This is something you will learn down the road a little better. For better or worse, work is what it is. Some things we can make all better, some things we can’t. Maturity is knowing what that is and being willing to do what can be done. Bosses are not unreasonable ogres (well, usually) and know the difference. DQ’s supervisor is one of those reasonable people who just wanted to make sure what could be fixed got fixed. I know this because, well, I happen to be supervisor’s boss and know her well enough to know that. Hopefully this makes some kind of sense.
Rigs DQ does need to grow up. She’s 30 years old. Growing up needs to happen fast. Sad thing is, I have no doubt she’s run home to mommy and daddy. Even sadder is the fact, that, knowing as I do mommy and daddy, they’ll coddle her even more. She’s the youngest and it is obvious to anybody that knows mommy and daddy, the favorite. Sad, but true. Still, I like her. I just wish mommy and daddy would make her, damn, let her, grow up!
Oh, and chocolate, sex and naps are all good things. It’s just that my inner voices are all drunks.
Thanks for the update on DQ, Swampy. I can’t get enough kwazy cow-orker stories!
I’m pissed and my feelings are hurt. I don’t care if I’m being childish.
I went over to the old office for the Service Award ceremony, right? Some others of us went also, even though the two others that were getting awards in our group didn’t go.
They announced the 5 year awards. I actually didn’t notice that they skipped over one of our guys. Then they announced the 10 year awards. They skipped me! And they skipped the other guy in our group getting a 10 year award, too! WTF?
I went up to the HR lady after all the awards had been given out, as they’re getting ready to take photos. She says, “Robin! How are you? I didn’t think you would be here!” I, not very nicely, said, “It would have been nice if someone told us that we weren’t getting our awards.” She says, “I thought they would give them to you at the new office! Here, lets get you in this picture.” I said, “No thanks. It’s obvious we’re not part of the old office anymore. But it would have been nice to have been informed.”
Would it have killed her to ask us (by e-mail) if we were coming? To not just assume that we wouldn’t show up?
They don’t do award ceremonies at corporate, I have subsequently found out. Our “prizes” will be delivered to Corporate.
It was just sucky. I know I shouldn’t care so much, but jeez. It’s 10 years! And they just blew us off! We’ve been gone less than two weeks! We didn’t quit the company, for Og’s sake!
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(I apologize for the amount of excalmation points in the above post.
Rebo congrats on your ten year award! I say, to h-e-doublehockeysticks with your former cow-orkers. They are meanies! MEANIES MEANIES MEANIES!!! I’m proud for ya. So There, Rebo’s former cow-orkers! Take That!
I do think that was just rotten. Get a dog and train him to go pee on their car tires. That’ll teach ‘em! Mean ol’ former cow-orkers!
Thanks, sweetie. You made me smile!
Wow, Rebo, that’s tacky! I say we have a celebration for you right here in the MMP. OK, so it’s not the same thing, but like you said, 10 years is a lot. Congratulations on sticking it out so long! Can you and your group go out for a nice lunch to celebrate or something? In the meantime, cheers! ::Raises glass::
Is this national DQ week, or something? One of my friends had a new employee start this week and almost immediately quit due to having been offered a better job. She recanted almost immediately and, at least for the moment, is staying. Glad it wasn’t my department.
Newton: Fig. Always. Accept no substitutes.
Last time I actually had a physics class was senior year of high school. 30 years ago. :eek:
So happy to hear I’m not the one with the ongoing interior monologue. (Or, “Why I like the Dope,” by gardentraveler: it makes me think I’m normal - or at least have qualities not unlike people I like). Did I mention I just re-upped?
loune, I recommend sparkly ink for the impalement. Looks festive any time of day.
Sean! Hi, where ya been?
Taters, so do you think he can be here by Saturday? It’s supposed to be nice that day and I’m planning to work in the garden. Thanks.
Yay, taxi! Keep us updated on the interviews.
I’m not too concerned about not being missed if something happens to me. We have a strict policy at work that we start following up with people if they don’t show up. It would be a couple hours max on a workday and over the weekend at the most. I’m usually pretty busy on weekends, so whoever I was supposed to meet up with would start to wonder. Several people have a key to my house and I have one stashed at work for good measure. Guess I really need to update my notification instructions. My brother or local best friend will have access to my paper address book and will know who to contact. Need to make sure they would contact someone here as well… (I gotta hope someone would miss me or at least want to know.)
Rue, what…no popping out stuff?
Long long long day. Didn’t get home till 7 or so. Maybe tomorrow will be shorter. At least it’ll be Friday.
GT
Rebo --that is terrible! Talk about out of sight, out of mind! And after all your years of service etc. Damn. At least they didn’t just overlook one person, though. Cold comfort, I know.
I just came back from watching my daughter’s soccer team hold back a very difficult team to 0-0. Yay! It was effing cold out there as well–51 with a brisk, constant wind. I am numb.
I got alot done today, why don’t I feel righteous? Somebody tell me I did well today. I got a dr’s appt for #1 son’s freshman physical all lined up, registered #2 son for school, renewed my nursing license and am ready to go see the kitchen designers tomorrow am re our disaster of a kitchen. And 2 loads of laundry and I cleaned out my dresser drawers. And made a full dinner.
Ha!
Wow! Color me impressed, rigs! I went to meetings, then came home.
GT
Rebo - congrats on 10 years, and yeah, they should have done something to recognize you and the 5 year person at the old office - You haven’t been out of there that long, have you?
but (please please please forgive me) I do have to say “p’shaw”. This September marks my 25th!! year with my company. And what do I have to show for it? Um, well, rather a lot , really. The perks are not to be believed, and the medical and other benefits are amazing for this area. And at 20 years, I got a $1000 gift cert. Can’t wait to see what comes my way this year.
:: takes notes ::
rigs, you got more done than I ever can. Good on you. Rebo, your cow-orkers suck. A lot. You are hereby awarded the Official 10 Year MMP Award. Yay! :: throws confetti:: And thanks to swampy and Tupug for the Panama City info. 
I’ll keep you all posted.
Give me a break! RPI doesn’t even have an english department. I do what I can to keep myself sharp by writing newspaper articles and reading every hour of the day. The point of the sentence was to say, don’t worry if the formal breakdown into other units doesn’t make sense, because if you understand the informal statement of what it measures, that’s the same thing. So nyah.
Rebo I live to make people giggle.
In other news, a garbage truck just ran over our dumpster. That was funnnnny! Big dent in the dumpster and not a scratch on the truck. That’s one tough truck. I cannot wait to call the dumpster people and tell 'em their truck ran over their dumpster. Of course, I do expect a replacement dumpster. I just cannot have a dented dumpster. I want a nice new shiny one like this one was before it got all mangled. I know, I know, we can still put trash in it, but still, it’s the aesthetics that concern me. I will not have a tacky, dented dumpster sitting out back. Sometimes I have to go out there and see it. It would offend my sensibilities.
taxi I forgot to say congrats on the job interviews. No go get 'em! I counting on you for support when I retire young lady. Moving to the Keys will be expensive.