How funny is this story? This pig is smarter than your honor student. :)
(And yes, Kevin, I've just now gotten around to watching this)
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Wasting Time
While I'm waiting for customers to get back to me and am pretty much at a standstill, I figured I'd post.
It seems as if the adage "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." has not made it through some of my coworker's heads.
There are daily occurrances of some of them Facebook stalking their friends and commenting on how stupid the friend's pictures are. Really? Is there nothing better to do? You'd probably just have to be here to get the full experience, but it's pretty silly. Sometimes I wonder if someone has secretly plopped me back into Junior High as some kind of psychological experiment. There's nothing meaner than three or more girls in a room together and that's the truth. I would not survive a second round of junior high because I would probably do something that would land me in jail. Assault and battery comes to mind, but I digress. :)
On to happier things!
I'm about 3/4 of the way through one of the library books I borrowed. Maybe I will finish it tonight in record time (I usually just BARELY have time to finish my book club books before the meeting).
On a sad note, I am very behind in my reading this year. Usually by the end of October I have finished 70-80 books. The count for this year was a whopping 33 books! It's OK though. I just chose to use some of my reading time for other things this year.
Speaking of which, I guess I could be reading right now since nobody has gotten back to me on my work-related questions.
It seems as if the adage "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." has not made it through some of my coworker's heads.
There are daily occurrances of some of them Facebook stalking their friends and commenting on how stupid the friend's pictures are. Really? Is there nothing better to do? You'd probably just have to be here to get the full experience, but it's pretty silly. Sometimes I wonder if someone has secretly plopped me back into Junior High as some kind of psychological experiment. There's nothing meaner than three or more girls in a room together and that's the truth. I would not survive a second round of junior high because I would probably do something that would land me in jail. Assault and battery comes to mind, but I digress. :)
On to happier things!
I'm about 3/4 of the way through one of the library books I borrowed. Maybe I will finish it tonight in record time (I usually just BARELY have time to finish my book club books before the meeting).
On a sad note, I am very behind in my reading this year. Usually by the end of October I have finished 70-80 books. The count for this year was a whopping 33 books! It's OK though. I just chose to use some of my reading time for other things this year.
Speaking of which, I guess I could be reading right now since nobody has gotten back to me on my work-related questions.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Why I Need a Chaperone
I went to the library today to get just one book (the next book club book). I checked the card catalog online to make sure they had it, and (yay!) they did. So off I went.
And I brought that book home with me. It's on the bottom of the stack.
The other ones just jumped into my arms as I walked through the stacks. Uncanny! I tried to put Drums of Autumn back, but it refused to go back on the shelf. I reasoned with it that I just wasn't sure I could read a million pages between now and next month when the books are due back, but it wouldn't budge. It whispered things like, "Well, if you don't get around to reading me, you can always just bring me back. Or better yet, call for an extension of the due date."
I was hypnotized into it, my friends.
And I couldn't just leave the library without checking for Ellen Hopkins books that I haven't read yet. That would have been a mistake. After all, they'll only take me a few hours each to read. (Seriously! She writes her books as if they're poetry, so there's lots of white space in the books. And they're just that good!)
As for the 100 or so books that I OWN and haven't read yet...they'll just have to wait. :)
And I brought that book home with me. It's on the bottom of the stack.
The other ones just jumped into my arms as I walked through the stacks. Uncanny! I tried to put Drums of Autumn back, but it refused to go back on the shelf. I reasoned with it that I just wasn't sure I could read a million pages between now and next month when the books are due back, but it wouldn't budge. It whispered things like, "Well, if you don't get around to reading me, you can always just bring me back. Or better yet, call for an extension of the due date."
I was hypnotized into it, my friends.
And I couldn't just leave the library without checking for Ellen Hopkins books that I haven't read yet. That would have been a mistake. After all, they'll only take me a few hours each to read. (Seriously! She writes her books as if they're poetry, so there's lots of white space in the books. And they're just that good!)
As for the 100 or so books that I OWN and haven't read yet...they'll just have to wait. :)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I'd Remove my own Sinuses if it Wouldn't Result in Bigger Sinuses
Since I've gotten home from work tonight, I've had terrible sinus drainage. It's a pity that this coincided with choir rehearsal, but I fought through it.
Anyway, the other day, a friend told me about the free sample page on the Wal-Mart website and I clicked on over and requested a sample of Zyrtec. How timely that it should arrive in my mailbox today! I'll have to remember to check the site periodically to see if they've got anything I'm interested in.
Now I will commence with the downing of allergy medicine, the spraying of the sore throat spray, and the revival of the neti pot. It is a geriatric-ish evening, for sure.
Let's hope I can knock this out before it turns into bronchitis this time. I'm still wheezing from the last time.
Anyway, the other day, a friend told me about the free sample page on the Wal-Mart website and I clicked on over and requested a sample of Zyrtec. How timely that it should arrive in my mailbox today! I'll have to remember to check the site periodically to see if they've got anything I'm interested in.
Now I will commence with the downing of allergy medicine, the spraying of the sore throat spray, and the revival of the neti pot. It is a geriatric-ish evening, for sure.
Let's hope I can knock this out before it turns into bronchitis this time. I'm still wheezing from the last time.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Volunteerism is its Own Reward
For the past several months, I've been working in the church nursery. It started out as just a summer thing, but after summer was over there was a desperate need for teachers for fall, so I stayed with it.
There is a continued shortage of volunteers, and that's a little weird to me. I suppose it's a little inconvenient to have to stay at church from 8:45am - 12:20pm (if you volunteer in one service and go to church the other service), but it's really not that big of a deal when you're used to it.
I'm in the two year old class. Some of my friends have asked me why in the world I would work in a two year old class. Despite the whole "terrible twos" myth*, I think age two might be one of the most fun years. I've noticed this when I worked in a two year old class in another church and I'm just starting to notice it in my class now, but when the kids start out in the class, they're still babies. They might talk a little, but not much...and you don't really know how much they're understanding of what you're saying. But by the time they leave the class, they're mini-grown-ups...talking, singing, following directions, etc. It's fun to watch the transformation.
And although there is a little bit of tantrum throwing to deal with, it usually settles down pretty quickly after they realize it's not going to get them anywhere.
And there was that one time that I got peed on...but that's only one time out of all of these Sundays. :)
Anyway, they are great entertainment. There's one little boy in particular that's talking a lot now, and he says the funniest things.
One day he walked in and handed me 50 cents and said, "Dis is Gawd's money!"
Then there was the time he banged his sippy cup against another little boy's sippy cup and shouted, "Cheers!"
And just this Sunday, he crawled under the table with a couple of little girls in the class, lifted up his shirt, and proudly proclaimed, "I hab a belly but-ton!" The girls were delighted, but I had to put the nay no on it when they started pulling up their shirts to show him their belly button. I don't want the parents thinking I'm teaching their kids about Mardi Gras or anything.
He's also starting to repeat the prayers I say. That's pretty cool since the other kids pretty much stare at me like I'm a lunatic when I say, "Thank you, God, for the food." That's OK. They'll catch on one day. :)
*OK, so it's not entirely a myth, but I don't see much of it on Sunday mornings.
There is a continued shortage of volunteers, and that's a little weird to me. I suppose it's a little inconvenient to have to stay at church from 8:45am - 12:20pm (if you volunteer in one service and go to church the other service), but it's really not that big of a deal when you're used to it.
I'm in the two year old class. Some of my friends have asked me why in the world I would work in a two year old class. Despite the whole "terrible twos" myth*, I think age two might be one of the most fun years. I've noticed this when I worked in a two year old class in another church and I'm just starting to notice it in my class now, but when the kids start out in the class, they're still babies. They might talk a little, but not much...and you don't really know how much they're understanding of what you're saying. But by the time they leave the class, they're mini-grown-ups...talking, singing, following directions, etc. It's fun to watch the transformation.
And although there is a little bit of tantrum throwing to deal with, it usually settles down pretty quickly after they realize it's not going to get them anywhere.
And there was that one time that I got peed on...but that's only one time out of all of these Sundays. :)
Anyway, they are great entertainment. There's one little boy in particular that's talking a lot now, and he says the funniest things.
One day he walked in and handed me 50 cents and said, "Dis is Gawd's money!"
Then there was the time he banged his sippy cup against another little boy's sippy cup and shouted, "Cheers!"
And just this Sunday, he crawled under the table with a couple of little girls in the class, lifted up his shirt, and proudly proclaimed, "I hab a belly but-ton!" The girls were delighted, but I had to put the nay no on it when they started pulling up their shirts to show him their belly button. I don't want the parents thinking I'm teaching their kids about Mardi Gras or anything.
He's also starting to repeat the prayers I say. That's pretty cool since the other kids pretty much stare at me like I'm a lunatic when I say, "Thank you, God, for the food." That's OK. They'll catch on one day. :)
*OK, so it's not entirely a myth, but I don't see much of it on Sunday mornings.
Friday, October 23, 2009
I will not, not, not...
beat someone with a blunt object. But just to be sure, someone should hide all the blunt objects. And probably the pointy ones too.
I have been busy busy busy at work, which is fine. I prefer being busy to being useless, so it's a good thing. Except that it doesn't leave me much time to do other people's jobs for them, and yet they persist in requiring it of me.
I try to be proactive and write up training manuals for people so that they can just copy and paste what I write into a job and make it work, but apparently the concept of copy and paste is lost on certain people, because they still get it wrong. Every. Time. In strange and illogical ways.
Send me an e-mail asking a question and I answer it -- at this point, it would be a good idea to do what I instruct you to do to fix your problem rather than doing the opposite of what I tell you so that you have to call me 10 minutes later and ask me what's wrong.
If a customer's specs say "do XYZ", and you don't follow the specs so the customer e-mails and asks you to "do XYZ", it is not necessary to e-mail me to ask if you should "do XYZ". All signs point to yes!
Ouch! I just pulled out a clump of my hair.
I have spent about 4 hours today doing work on stuff that I don't "own".
On the bright side, there was a baby shower today, so I got to eat cake. In every dark cloud, there's a piece of cake. Or at least there should be.
I have been busy busy busy at work, which is fine. I prefer being busy to being useless, so it's a good thing. Except that it doesn't leave me much time to do other people's jobs for them, and yet they persist in requiring it of me.
I try to be proactive and write up training manuals for people so that they can just copy and paste what I write into a job and make it work, but apparently the concept of copy and paste is lost on certain people, because they still get it wrong. Every. Time. In strange and illogical ways.
Send me an e-mail asking a question and I answer it -- at this point, it would be a good idea to do what I instruct you to do to fix your problem rather than doing the opposite of what I tell you so that you have to call me 10 minutes later and ask me what's wrong.
If a customer's specs say "do XYZ", and you don't follow the specs so the customer e-mails and asks you to "do XYZ", it is not necessary to e-mail me to ask if you should "do XYZ". All signs point to yes!
Ouch! I just pulled out a clump of my hair.
I have spent about 4 hours today doing work on stuff that I don't "own".
On the bright side, there was a baby shower today, so I got to eat cake. In every dark cloud, there's a piece of cake. Or at least there should be.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Which Serenity character are you?
Here are my results. Shepherd? Not so sure about that. I want to be Inara...but without all the icky prostitution stuff. I just like her fancy clothes.
Your results:
You are Derrial Book (Shepherd)
Click here to take the "Which Serenity character are you?" quiz...
Your results:
You are Derrial Book (Shepherd)
| Even though you are holy you have a mysterious past.  |
Click here to take the "Which Serenity character are you?" quiz...
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