Courtesy of the Sky intranet:
Q: What makes an octopus laugh?
A: Ten tickles.
*joke grenade*
The Anti-Spam Spam
Just got this in my Gmail:
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Is this some kind of reverse psychology thing? “Those bastards! Why do they keep—er, wait. These spammers don’t want me to get spammed. I should go and sign up for this service they spammed me for…”
*brain explodes*
An Open Letter To Aaron
The UPS driver arrived at 6:40pm this evening. He did indeed have the two boxes of which you spoke. And the larger of the two did indeed have a very obvious big blue brand name printed on all sides of the box. It was the branding I guessed it would be, after hearing your “UPS is going to ruin Christmas, and don’t feel like you have to spend more on me because of the logo you see on the box” speech.
But, as promised, I will forget that I saw said logos, and I will ask no questions at Christmastime.
For now, though, while I still speak openly of The Present…
You Are Awesome. I didn’t even ask for that. You just knew. You are the sweetest husband EVAR (as they say).
I love you.
Remember This At Christmastime
(From a forward received in my work e-mail)
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa’s reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.
We should’ve known… ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.
Crazy Day
Just for shits and giggles, I signed up on all those blogariffic sites out there: blo.gs, weblogs.com, BlogStreet, Blogrolling, syndic8.com, and updated my Technorati profile. I also set MT to accept trackback pings and to ping a few of the sites I signed up on, to let them know I updated. So, to anyone who finds my humble site or feed through one of those sites, welcome. I’m not always terribly interesting… but neither are the other friends and strangers whose blogs I frequent myself, so I’m in good company.
I’m not particularly motivated to do anything this evening. Work really drained me today. The stress I felt today was reminiscent of my days back in Lockbox:
24 September 2002: Just Another Day…
Hey, for once I worked an 8-hour day! Yeah, we were doing so well that we actually took a one-hour lunch and everything. Just for reference, yesterday I worked a 14-hour day. Seriously. My co-worker and almost-supervisor, Loni, worked an hour and a half more than me, since she came in at 6am. Damn, that sucked. Makes the normal 8-hour day seem like a luxury instead of a burden.
Being one of three people manning the Loan Corrections Team Line (aka ‘working the phones’) wasn’t horrible, although I had twice as many calls as usual. And doing loan changes wasn’t all that bad, either, although I had several requests that I had to call people about and wait around for answers. But all those things together made for one damn hectic day. I felt like I was going in six different directions all day—I’d hang up the phone from one call, go to start a loan change, get another call, have to do research for that call, finally get back to that loan change I’d started, then get another call, then finally finish that first loan change, then have to call someone about a detail of the next loan change… Yeesh. My desk has at this moment about seven different stacks of paper of varying heights and degrees of importance.
That really sucked away any sort of energy, creative or otherwise, that I might have had in reserve for my Me Time this evening.
So… that’s today.
Remind me: why did I syndicate this again?