Everything's Funny To Someone.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005 Never Thought I'd Say This At Work "As much as I'd love a new spatula, I think I'll take the bag of coffee." posted by ben | 3:03 PM | (0) comments Tuesday, May 24, 2005 More Office Fun [on a conference call with Lisa and her supervisor Tom (meaning, they're on speakerphone in Tom's office) regarding a meeting my boss, Stan, has been asking me to arrange with some important mucks that both Lisa and Tom support. They've called to bitch me out, essentially, and I just got tired of apologizing to them:] me: Let me see if I can explain myself. Lisa, you told me that Stan called you requesting a third party to attend this meeting as well. This morning Stan said he never called you, so I just want to make sure we're on the same page, because this third party's availability was what we were waiting for in this process, and I wanted to get the ball rolling on this again. Tom, I'm sorry I had to get you involved in this as well, but you see Stan asked me to call you, and of course since he's my boss, I don't ask "how high" when he tells me to jump, I just jump as high as I can. I appreciate you two working on this with me, and I hope you aren't dismayed at me constantly calling and e-mailing you regarding this. It doesn't mean I think you two aren't doing your jobs. The reason I constantly call and e-mail - even though I know it's fruitless - is because if I didn't, it would appear as if I wasn't doing my job. It's how the game is played, you see, please don't take it personally. So calling me up like this next Friday because of an e-mail I'm going to send to you on Thursday asking for an update won't help any. Oh, and by the way Lisa, you actually didn't get back to me on Friday, though you just said you did, which is why Stan asked me to call Tom this morning in the first place, creating this whole mess. Thanks for calling, I'll look forward to speaking with you soon. posted by ben | 10:13 AM | (0) comments Wednesday, May 11, 2005 Pan Burns You, Burn The Pan I burnt my finger last night on the handle of the pan I used to cook chicken with (that's what I get for trying to be healthy). Not a serious burn, nothing that requires medical attention, but a burn nonetheless. It wasn't very fair. I was done cooking. I had the pan in the sink, I was running cold water on it, and in the process of maneuvering it around that morning's coffee cups and tupperware so it could lay flat and even, I happened to wrap my left index finger around an inch of steel between the handle and the pan itself. Thing is, I didn't even know that that was there. The safe handle part of the pan doesn't begin until an inch in. What kind of design is this? When I felt my finger begin to fry (or sautee, as the case may be), I pulled back my arm quickly and yelped in surprise, then stuck my finger under the cold tap (and later wrapped it around a cold beer). It doesn't hurt, and it's not blistering. It's hardly even red, but it feels different from the other fingers. It definitely has a "cooked flesh" texture to it, which is weird. Feels like chicken. posted by ben | 8:01 AM | (0) comments Like A Kitten I don't change my desktop wallpaper very often. In fact, in the two or so years I've had my computer I've changed it only once before - when I finally hooked up the broadband here at Mr. House. Sunday I changed it for only the second time, when I installed this. It's pretty. It's so pretty. posted by ben | 6:47 AM | (0) comments Monday, May 09, 2005 I was asked recently if I considered myself to have my head in the clouds or my feet on the ground. I said I had my feet on the ground, but I'm always miles away. posted by ben | 6:57 AM | (0) comments |
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