Gettin' janky with it

Seems these days that I spend a lot of time updating my work website during the hum drum of Mon-Fri, 8:30-4:30. I don't mind but I'm not a patient person, as I've come to realize in my old age, so when I can't remember how to do something, I inevitably end up pushing buttons here and there and everywhere hoping that whatever I'm trying to do finds a way of magically doing it. I'm also using a fairly (new to me) content management system software that the 'E'mployer purchased a while back. The cool thing about it is that the techies can update some of the instructions to be specific to our org. 'Das cool. I give 'em credit for that.

Apparently, they're also on the cheeky side these days like the physicists and meteorologists:

Feelin' a little cheeky

So the health and safety officer comes into our area to inspect it. The conversation goes something like this:

H&SO: Hi, I’m the Health and Safety Officer doing an inspection of your area for any issues. Do you have any concerns?

L: Nope

H&SO: Okay, most office spaces are pretty safe anyways but you know, we’re just checking.

L: Okay.

H&SO: Oh, do you know if you have a first aid kit in this office?

L: No idea. But I don’t know first aid anyways so I’d be calling 4444 and letting a safety officer deal with the blood.

H&SO: (looks on top of cabinet) Oh, it looks like you have one here. And it looks fully stocked.

B (European newbie in adjoining office): I guess it doesn’t matter if we have one because we don’t know it’s there. *insert laughs*

L: Wait, is that that box on top of the cabinet? So really, we could drop it on our heads if we're getting it down anyways?

H&SO: Ugh, yeah, actually. It should probably be mounted on the wall for easier and safer access.

*insert peels of laughter from L, B and G (other office mate) as H&SO leaves vicinity*

Ugh, news flash American Apparel

Okay, it's no secret that I roll my eyes at the tackiness that is American Apparel. I won't point out the fact that one of my fav T's (an MChen original) is printed on an American Apparel shirt - that would be hypocritical of what I'm about to write. But I have been bombarded with these ads on a few sites I frequent and it makes me say, ugh, news flash, AA, that is SOOO late 80's/early 90's.

Yes, that's right, AA is attempting to capitalize on our much beloved, teen years worn, Hypercolour Tshirts.

It's almost as bad as all the remakes of songs that artists are doing these days - like Africa.

Seriously, has society run out of creativity??

Or is this just another example of how unless we learn from it, we're destined to repeat our history?

I know, such deep thoughts evoked from the cursed American Apparel.

Ahhhh, my neuroses

I helped a colleague with an email today via MSN. We finally got Messenger installed so we're not (unprofessionally) yelling at each other across our cubes. I thought I'd share the convo as it is quintessential L at her prime.

mar says:

How much do I owe you?

L says:

for?

mar says:

writing my e-mail messages?

L says:

at my hourly rate, I think that's about a $3 email

which is scary when you think about it

considering the crap I do sometimes when the uni pays me so much

mar says:

but think of all those union dues you have to pay

L says:

so really...

$3 to the client is charged (that's you)

$0.12 to the union

$0.95 to the government for taxes

$0.20 to pension plan

$0.03 to parking

$0.14 to benefits

take home pay?

$1.56

pathetic

Speaking of 'stuck' in my head

I'm sorry, something about this really cracks me up. Think there will be a paper on the palatability of various agents?















*snicker snicker*

Stupid song stuck in my head

Picture it. Saturday morning, early 1980's and I'm sitting watching cartoons. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, this song gets stuck for all eternity to make a come back, this morning, in my little pea-sized brain as I'm getting ready for work. And yet dollars to donuts, I can't remember your phone number. Any of you. Nor your birthdays and anniversaries. Don't get angry, just have pity. Because I am far from perfection.

Finally, my life makes sense

I will catch you up on my life in a very near future blog post. Until then, enjoy this:

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Alright, I admit it...

I'm an ageist when it comes to dating.

While I tend to think of myself as pretty easy going compared to some of my friends who have a tacit list of what constitutes someone worthy of dating them (and bizarrely enough they're still single - go figure), I do fall into the princess and the pea/goldilocks category of finding someone of the right age.

Not too old, not too young, aged just right - like a fine cheese.

I didn't really think that of myself until a fellow (male) singleton pointed out that I had age issues. Too young and you've not experienced the same stages of life as I have. Too old and I worry that you're ready to start testing out LazyBoyz to see which one fits your butt as you prepare to let life pass you by. I know, I'm making sweeping generalizations but well, at least I can admit to it, right?

So that's my self-realization on day #2 of my staycation. This is what happens when you're home alone and only have two cats to talk to.