Once upon a time(or “Ya’ll aint gonna believe this shit”), I was working at my last job and I had a customer call:
Miss Anna Ceflic: Do you carry Vanderbit perfume?
Me: Yes ma’am
Anna: what sizes do you carry?
Me: 1.7 oz. and 3.4 oz.
Anna: Which is bigger?
Me: :eek:
I am off today, and am not doing much. There is a wind advisory, and it’s a tad damp outside. If I get really bored, I might check out the Roomba hockey league
Happy Monday!!
Happy Monday. I’m supposed to fly up to Boston today. I’m considering changing my flight. That is all.
Somebody once called me to ask what my phone number was.
I worked in a public astronomical observatory. One caller said they were leaving the area that afternoon and wanted to look at the stars NOW, they couldn’t wait till the evening public session, and they were some kind of VIP, couldn’t we accomodate them just this once? Another caller, at night, asked if we were still open in spite of the rain, and when I said no, "I guess you can’t let the telescopes get wet, right?
I work in a university with students and academics. Need I say more?
Happy Monday, all - the weather’s lovely over here, bright and sunny so I’ve got the windows open and even ventured out of the house without a coat this morning.
Tonight I’m off to visit a friend to drop off my spare housekeys as I’ll be away over the weekend and she’s feeding the cats for me. And of course we have important things (ie gossip) to catch up on.
Bus drivers, silly parents, and kids. My life is one stupid question after another.
Busy day, I’ll pop in to lurk later.
Thank you, db, for filling in. I am still ever-so-sleepy
I will still regale you all with tales, but not right now. I can squeeze another hour of sleep in before I have to run around.
What I want to know is, what happened to the storm that was supposed to stall over the metro NYC area, drenching us all today as well?* 'cause I looked outside and the pavement is dry. I dont want the rain, I’m just saying, is all.
8does that count as a stupid question? or does this one?
I have no stupid questions to add at this point … I don’t think I’m fully awake yet. I’ll check back after I’ve got another cup of coffee in me.
I am not going to complain about the cold. Even if it IS record-breaking unseasonably cold. It’s a tad windy but the sun is shining and we should manage mid seventies Murkin today. Alla y’all up in the middle of that Nor’ easter hang on tight. Shibb, don’t be surprised if your flight got cancelled.
I once shared an apartment with my sister where our land line number was one digit off from the local hospital. There were many wrong numbers but most of the time people apologized. It was the angry ones that made me all 
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I have to work on a stoopit presentation today. It’s a big PR tool for the agency and the CEO wants a lot of snore-worthy statistics livened up with photos. Hmmm, I wonder if Chippendales has a web site?? Prolly a career-limiting move. Oh, well…
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This has happened to me several times, but I still believe Napier is in the lead:
The first few times I’d reply “it’s in the sig.” After a particularly intelligent headhunter replied back with “but I need to call you, please give me the phone number,” I directly give the number. That same guy wrote back asking what the (int)+ in my phone number meant. Er, it means I happen to be in a different country at the time and you have to type 00 (or, possibly, 000, or 900) before the rest. Then he said the number wasn’t correct, because it didn’t start with 9 or 6 (like all Spanish numbers do). By this time I was just looking at the thing like some sort of big joke…
If it’s Monday for you but there’s no new MMP, can you still write in the old MMP? Will the internet fairy smack me if I try to? When is Sage Rat going to be our OP, he’s ahead of me 
I am running on three hours of sleep right now…
The weather is fairly nice in these parts. Not coatless nice mind you, but better than it has been…
Now back to you regularly scheduled MMP…
It’s still in New Jersey, apparently.
I had a night. yawn I went to bed around 1, which was pretty good. Then, at 3, I suddenly heard banging and all sorts of horrible things from downstairs. Thinking that either the dog had gotten out of his crate or someone was banging on our door for some unknown reason, I dragged myself downstairs, only to find Roomie standing in front of the kitchen window, banging on the crank assembly with a hammer. See, apparently the window wouldn’t close, and she was trying to fix it. Annoyed about being woken up, I vaguely remember saying “Why don’t you just go to bed and fix it in the morning???” Apparently, that hadn’t occurred to her.
Half an hour later, there was thunder so loud it sent two cats scurrying under my bed and started a responsive storm of howling from the living room. So I had to go back downstairs and coach Winchester through his first thunderstorm.
Then I got up at 8 because Roomie was supposed to go for a cat scan this morning, and I wanted to keep Win company so he didn’t have to be locked up. Only I came downstairs to find Roomie still in the living room, because she can’t drive without being dizzy, and the cat scan place is apparently flooded, anyway. So, I got up for nothing.
But I fixed the window, at least.
I spent years working retail. Answering stupid questions was in my job description – or it should have been, anyway. Thankfully I’ve been away from the retail market for close to two years. Well, I still deal with the public occasionally, but since we don’t actually sell to the public (my dealings are primarily with retailers themselves) it isn’t the sort of thing where we get a lot of stupid questions, as (most) dealers usually know what they’re talking about.
The only mildly amusing call I’ve had from an end-user recently wasn’t so much stupid as unfortunately phrased:
Me: “Company Name, Mindfield speaking.”
Her: “Hi, I’m looking for parts for my husband.”
Me: :dubious:
I was caught off guard by the phrasing, so I didn’t immediately have a snappy retort at the ready before she realized the problem with her sentence structure and corrected herself. Still, it was my chuckle for the day.
It’s a little beyond breezy here – I thought I’d need to call the PIA tower for flight clearance when I got off the bus to drop off my taxes before work. The news said we’re supposed to be getting winds up to 80km/h and snow – snow! Again! – up to 25cm. I suspect it’ll be very wet snow, or sleet. That’s going to suck, 'cos it’s far too windy for an umbrella. You’ll either Mary Poppins your way down the street or end up with the skeletal remains of your brolly.
I’m not too awake myself, but I do have a stupid question. Someone called me this morning to ask if I could ship her some of my special modular seaweed.
Erm…
Modular seaweed sounds like totally rad, dude!
I also deal in stupid questions…most of them along the lines of relatives making the pt DNR (do not resucitate), and the family asking, “so, when will s/he die?”
I had one family tell me “it” was taking too long and they had tickets to the game… :eek:
Another goregous day out there–I think spring may actually be here. Lots of homework today (since I played all weekend).
Happy Monday all!
I officially hate everyone in my office, except for myself and Chelsea, the little filing girl.
But you folks, I like.
Mika - Oh, you know. Modular seaweed. First you buy the root base, then you buy the individual fronds to plug into it as you feel the need. It’s like, Create-a-Kelp. It’s, uh … not really much fun if you’re not a fish.
Dried seaweed, mmm.
Today is the day I get rid of my split ends, I swear. I’ve been putting off cutting my hair for the past three months and it’s in quite a state.
Stupid questions … reminds me of the time in middle school when a classmate asked me if the Eiffel Tower was in Paris or in France. :dubious:
Have a lovely Monday everyone!
Hmm. My name - my real name - is the name of a goddess of fish & rivers. So it might be really fun for me. I could create civilizations! Whole vast kelp forests, filled with exotic fish! Mix & match! I COULD BE GOD!
Or…maybe not.
I was re-reading some of my old Xanth books this weekend and I’ve decided that maybe that’s the writing tack I need to take–basing entire novels upon underwear.
