The Bachelor

Basically it's about a guy macking on 20 girls at the same time and girls attempting to morph into anything they think he'll like. So weird.

Enough penpals already!

How come all these pretty russian girls are finding my email address online? I couldn't possibly talk to them all!

Potfiller

I had no idea but this weird contraption is a pot filler. But why?

Unbelievable internets

This afternoon the someone who gleeked on me messed up again. Surprise! Yes, this is the ongoing SOB saga.

Hilarity ensued this morning when for the fourth time, I sent our communication expert the same link, for the fourth time. A super-easy link that is linked on the homepage of myintranet.com. It just kind of made me laugh when she copied in the CEO and her supervisor (the Sr. Manager) and numerous other individuals with the wrong link that I'd given her three times before. I know three times because I complained loudly about how easy it is to find. Her supervisor sent me a note thanking me for my patience with her technically challenged staff, but I laughingly pointed out that it was the fourth time. When the Sr. Mgr "helped" her staff fix the link I was still not surprised when the memo came out from the CEO with the wrong link. Unbelievable!

Laptop bag

I don't really like laptops, the keyboards are weird, the little touch pad gets in the way and it skips out all over the place, but I like this bag. I probably need it too.

I want it. I need it.

I want this bag. I neeeeed it.

Gleeked on

I would like to take a minute to explain how I got gleeked on today and why you should try to avoid all communications experts. (Just in case "Gleeking on wiki)

So this particular one, who is possibly the most technologically challenged person I know, comes springing into my cube this morning, chewing. She eats all the time, but never sitting down. I think that's the way she stays skinny -- she can eat anything, but she can only eat while moving -- hence the disgusting episode where she stood in the office across the hall sucking strawberries off the green stems producing revolting loud sloppy sucking noises. Also much like the time she ate dry granola out of a bowl with a spoon while she stood in the same doorway, flinging granola every which way.

This morning she was chewing/smacking furiously on whatever was left in her mouth, all the while talking to me about some papers she was furiously waving about. Her excited explanation was something related to the CEO and this Very Important Initiative. She's created a clever acronym for this initiative -- hang on to your hat, it is -- SOB. She even wanted to get an email for questions you could ask the CEO that started with SOB@work.com. (Ha ha ha!!!) I answered one of her technological questions when she took a break to breathe... at that millisecond a stream of saliva spurted out of her mouth, across the corner of my desk and on my keyboard tray. Before I even realized she quickly hopped all the way into my cube and wiped at me, my desk and the keyboard tray with her hands... only saying, "oh sorry about that" before continuing.

I wanted to puke.

My supervisor almost died laughing when I came into her office to complain.

Kitchen Martial Law

The fridge in the office has recently been a bone of contention for some person in our office who decided to "order" people not to refrigerate lunches that didn't need refrigeration, for example, oh, anything that wasn't dairy. Oh Yes. Granted the fridge is always disgusting and always overfilled but we do not need our people dropping dead from spoiled lunches.