- Son (reading aloud from workbook): What happened after the skirmish between the Shoshone and Hidasa people?
- Me: Bundt cake time?
- Son: Sackajawea was <I>kidnapped</I> mom!
- Me: Oh, then that calls for a nice Jello mold.
My boss wants us to have our department meeting on Friday while he’s on vacation. Not only that, he gave us issues to talk about.
For those playing along at home, let me remind you that our department consists of 4 people. One of whom wants absolutely nothing to do with the other three. She is disruptive and negative and a liability.
I would like to know exactly what kind of drugs he is taking to think that the four of us can hold a decent meeting and come up with suggestions for the “issues” he has listed in an email he shot out before he left today. Only because I want in on that fantasy-land action.
I needed an extension cord for my headphones to my tower (6’ doesn’t cut it to get down under the desk). I walked out of my office and 15 minutes later was back at the desk rocking out to Girl Talk.
- Are you going to eat that?
- I don't think you should eat that.
- Don't you think I should eat that?
- That looks good.
- Can I have some?
- I think I should eat that.
I went to a charity lunch sponsored by the company where I work. I was invited to the lunch as a thank you for all the work I’ve done for the organization. The work I’ve done has directly impacted our company’s ability to raise money for the organization. I didn’t stay. Here’s why:
I was told to please be seated at table 40 when I checked in. At table 40 were some people from another department; some of whom I knew. We introduced ourselves and one woman asked me if I was supposed to be at the [vendor who her department had asked to purchase the seats] table. I said yes, they said I was supposed to be here. I went back out to registration to double check the table number. When I came back and told her that, yes, I’m supposed to be at this table but you’ve made it clear you don’t want me here so I’m going to leave.
Where’s my vodka stinger?