rosie, the honey I buy is pasteurized. I wouldn’t even boil it myself. Pasteurization doesn’t work “in theory”, it works!
A lot of those things sound to me like “being afraid of getting pierced by a donkey’s horn,” sorry.
Feel better soon, rosie!
BooFae, anything new with you and 'im outdoors?
Yes, any updates, Fae?
Welcome back and welcome! It’s nice to see all of you!
I work in a bookstore, too. “Where’s the non-fiction section?”
“The non-fiction section?”
“Yeah. I see that sign that says Fiction over there, but where’s the non-fiction?”
Sigh.
There’s a chance that the honey (which is often unpasteurized) has botulin spores in it. Babies don’t have the immune system to handle that before the age of 1.
G’morning. I need to get to work, so I’m afraid I can’t stick around. Here, have some puns.
Nothing new going on anyway. Although I am looking forward to the new episode of House tonight.
Nava, I’m with you on the honey thing. You can’t shut babies out from every single thing that might possibly be dangerous. They’re too cute to be deprived of honey!
Ok, off to be productive. Later days, everyone, and Happy Tuesday!
Mr. Sampus McSwampington, get your fuzzy butt right in here and let us know you are alright! You hear me? Don’t look at me that way! Your face could freeze and then you’d be sorry for the rest of your life!
Yesterday the PTB sent an e-mail to announce a new chief… His title will be Senior Vice President, Chief Growth Officer. :rolleyes: Am I the only one that thinks that makes him sound like a tumor??
I am back to work on the presentation today. The more I delve into it, the more I realize they are still using the slides I originally keyed seven or eight years ago. There must be so much coding crap in there that I am surprised that the gremlins havent taken over and declared a rebel state.
Off to the gremlin hunt.
Tupug
Note to self: Babies + honey = bad. I learn something new every day, here. Go figure.
So, it appears all those job interviews I went on last week were for naught. I haven’t heard word one. I have to go have a meeting at Unemployment tomorrow. Hopefully, it won’t take more than an hour or so. Roomie’s birthday is next week, and I can’t afford to get her a present. 
She’ll live, but we’re also supposed to go to Maine the weekend after that for Beltane, and it’s starting to look like we won’t be able to afford that, either, unless her disability checks come in. She’s still waiting to get paid for the time off she had in February. Ah, the joy of waiting for the government to catch up with your infirmities.
LiLi, whenever I’m in a bookstore and one of the employees asks me if I need help, I always start with “I shouldn’t need help, because I like to think I’m smart enough to remember the alphabet, but can you tell me if this book is right in front of my face?” Ninety percent of the time, I am looking right at the book I wanted. Either that, or I’m mistaken for an employee. For some reason, I can help those people, but not myself. :rolleyes:
Feel better, rosie–make sure you sleep a lot and maybe watch a bad movie or two. Always helps. 
This is a wee bit like when people come into the library and say “Where is all the origami?” in an indignant tone. There are four origami mobiles over the tables, a set of 1000 cranes in one corner, another set of 1000 cranes in another corner, two more mobiles hanging over my head, and a nice little corner display of origami that includes suspended ornaments from a tree and little animal origami. Yes, technically we have thousands of origami; however, 2000 of those origami are strung together in two sets of “lucky crane” things. Yes, it seems misleading until you realize how long it takes to make those lucky crane things. Why do we have them? Well, there was a little girl in Hiroshima named Sadako… ::hands them a book on it::
With the last exhibit we had, people kept asking me where the peacock feather exhibit was. (The name of it was “The Peacock’s Feather” in reference to men’s accessories being similar to a peacock’s feathers in that they were useful and decorative.) The thing is, any ads or posters we had explained this pretty well in the subtitle of the exhibit name. :rolleyes: RTWFS, people!
Draelin: Babies + honey + on spits is supposed to be delicious.
Pfft. Honey is easily avoided with babies. You don’t give them … what, flaming baked Alaska, what’s the rush with honey?
Anyway, I’m off to get a mammogram here in a few. For some reason, I have avoided what my OB termed a ‘baseline mammogram’ for about the last 8 years. So, I’m finally getting it taken care of today. My abnormal Pap results came back fine, for those of you keeping track of my extremely interesting female health status, so once I get THIS taken care of, all will be up-to-date.
I’m just sick about the Va. Tech shootings. Sick. My husband is more like Spats; he says this just confirms his already dismal view of humanity. For me, it eternally disappoints. Yesterday I also began having suspicions about the fidelity of a married person I know, so I am just awash in Disappointment and Woe. At least personally none of this is touching me, for which I do thank God every day.
Sampiro, I enjoyed your True Library Tales! 
Well, I was considering moving him into the shed before I remembered we haven’t got one!
I sat him down for one of Those Talks - basically told him what was bothering me about what he’d said and done, and asked him to explain. So he did. Then he apologised, I accepted both and he’s been particularly nice to me ever since.
Do you think he wants something?
Mornin!
Man, already on page 3. Lots of great stupid questions!
I’m well caffeinated at this point, but it’s also been pretty dang busy at work. With my co-worker still off and the other person filling in for him also pulling double duty as the tech and warranty guy, it can get a wee bit hairy. (For example, I started typing this message over half an hour ago. And I’m a fast typist, so it isn’t because I can’t find the keys – I just can’t find the time.) Really craps all over the train of thought.
I did get a moderately stupid question during this time thought.
Customer called up asking about parts for a DevAir compressor.
Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t handle parts for that; the Devilbiss compressors were part of the Pentair Group of companies, which was bought out by Black & Decker a couple of years back, so they handle the DevAir line, now.”
Him: “Oh. So who do I have to contact for parts?”
Me: “That would be Black & Decker.”
I only know this because I worked for B&D during the buyout, but every time someone asks about one of these at my current job and I tell them bout B&D they always seem confused, so maybe I should just play dumb and let them find out for themselves. I don’t even know why they call us for these in the first place. We’ve never had anything to do with Devilbiss parts.
Okay, I’m gonna cut this off and go for my break before another half hour passes and I still haven’t hit “submit.”
Good morning! Another day off, and since it isn’t windy, I am taking Maggie to the dog park. Updates will be posted, as required.
You should have said. “God”
Get better, rosie! My mom’s new knees worked so well, she unretired and got a another job.
Drae, I am mistaken for an employee everywhere but work. :dubious:
BooFae, I thinks he doesn’t want to be " 'im outdoors, in the garden, buried under a 3 meter slab of concrete" 
I hope swampy is OK. FDR went to Warm Springs, too. And he died. :eek:
Pugs, I once saw a guy who had what appeared to be a humongous tumor on the side of his throat. It looked like a sideways double chin. That’s how I picture the New Big Tumoral Baloney seeing that job title.
BooFae, I’m under the impression he may want you to stick around.
MentalPasture, maybe next time you can just cut the explanation and say directly “ah, no, I’m afraid you have to call Black and Decker for those.”
Ellen, apparently the purpose is to get the kid to eat his damn veggies. I’ve never understood why mothers insist on making kids who hate pears eat pears and kids who have string beans eat string beans, but they do. SiL still refuses to accept that Middlebro likes overripe fruit and can’t stand lettuce; the only raw fruit she likes is green bananas and the only vegetables she eats are tomato and lettuce (yep, she makes for the kid veggies which she herself won’t eat), for some reason she doesn’t believe that his tastes are different. They’ve only known each other for 15 years, you’d think it’s long enough to get “Middlebro doesn’t eat salad.” For some strange reason their common child takes after Daddy in that regard. Yahneeteks, I think it’s called.
Of course he wants something! Bear in mind that I am single, bitter, and already much older than I should be, so take my advice with as many grains of salt as you find necessary. But at least I’m not married to someone in prison for murder, like my crazy aunt. (All of my aunts are crazy, but she’s the only one whose craziness took that particular form.)
You’re right, of course, he just doesn’t want to be part of the garden remodelling. Mind you, the great outdoors is a totally overgrown wilderness of brambles and nettles so I’m guess he doesn’t want to get any closer to that then he really has to. I shall let him live, for now.
I’m with you, there. Never fails - if I am out running errands, I am wearing the “store color” of wherever I end up shopping. Doesn’t hurt that I used to work at a Target warehouse, and while there I “earned” tons of Target Corp clothing. If I’m wearing blue, I must need something at Lowe’s or Menard’s… and it never matters that I point out that I DON’T work there, people always assume I know where everything is, anyhoo!
nashiitashii, Not exactly. There isn’t botulism in honey, there’s Clostridium botulinum spores. C. botulinum is an anarobic bacteria. It’s killed off by the normal flora in an adult gut.
People don’t aquire their full normal flora for a year or so. What happens with C. botulinum in an infant, is it can seed as “normal” flora. As the bacteria die off, the toxin, causing botulism is released, causing Floppy Baby Syndrome.
Nava, boiling (and pastuerizing) won’t work because C. botulinum lives as spores in the honey, and are not effected by heat.
Hi everyone. 
I could do that, but oddly it wouldn’t make thing any easier. You see, for some inadequately explored reason, our company seems to exist as some strange Chandrasekhar Limit of customer frustration. Ignoring for the moment that we aren’t even open to the public, we nevertheless get end users calling us up looking for things that we either have nothing to do with, or do have something to do with but can’t do anything for the caller but point him in some other direction. This generally leads to one of two conversations, both of which usually end the same way:
Customer: “…I went to Home Depot, and they told me to call you guys for parts.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t handle parts for that company.”
Customer: “Well why the hell would they tell me to call you, then?”
Me: “I’m sure I don’t know, sir.”
Customer: “So you’re telling me that you don’t carry parts for my machine?”
Me: “That is correct.”
Customer: “Well who does?”
Me: “I don’t know, sir, since we don’t deal with the company.”
Customer: “Well that’s just poor customer service.”
Me: :rolleyes:
(Naturally, it’s my fault that he assumed Home Depot, who aren’t even clients of ours, knew what they were talking about.)
Or…
Customer: “…I went to Home Depot, and they told me to call you guys for parts.”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t sell to the public. I can point you to a dealer for those parts, however.”
Customer: “Well why the hell did they tell me to call you, then?”
Me: “I’m sure I don’t know, sir.”
Customer: “So you can’t sell me parts for my machine?”
Me: “No, sir. If we sold to the public, our dealers wouldn’t buy from us anymore.”
Customer: “Well that’s just poor customer service.”
Me: :rolleyes:
(Yes, because every other distributor is perfectly happy to sell from under their own dealers.)
Good morning, MMP! Feel better, Rosie! Glad to hear y’all made up, BooFae. Oh, and VBob - way cool on the skinniness! I bet you’re all swave and svelt and stuff.
Not much going on here but work, work, work. It cuts into my Dope time, that’s for sure. So I better get back to it.
Have a good one, guys…