Done some good today

A former colleague showed my former supervisor (who is the most brilliant developer ever) how to redial on his phone today.

I provided insight to someone on how come their Outlook deleted items folder was highlighted bold and had a (1) beside it. They were sure it was because of a meeting request someone had sent, because it was the most unusual email they'd ever seen. (wow!) But no.

Yesterday a guy left work and called me on his way home to ask if I'd done something to his computer. I denied it. I totally had forgotten that I used his computer for about a minute because he has Acrobat Distiller and I needed a single image from a single page extracted from a PDF file and I'd sent it to myself, obviously using his email. When I clicked send, his email got hung up on our postal code and website address the signature so I added them to the dictionary. Because spell check is freaking annoying! He kept insisting that I'd "done something good" to his computer, something had changed... so he tried to explain it when I realized "oh! Right, I added those to the dictionary without thinking. Sorry, if you don't want that I can reverse that..."

"No no! it's something good! I didn't know you could do that!"

The poor guy has had email for 10 years and never noticed the add to dictionary spell check option. I had to show him how to do it on his own today, so that every time he emails some of our colleagues with interesting names it won't suggest alternate words. I used to work with a lady who's name wasn't in the dictionary and occasionally she'd get emails addressed to "Radish" -- which isn't even close!

Fun!

The concert last night was a lot of fun, and for a good cause. The best part though is hanging out with my sister and some friends all night long. My three favourite things about last night that had nothing to do with the actual music at the concert:

1. Bryan Adams is coming to Edmonton next week for a concert. I've thought he was a wanker since forever. My sister knows this hatred of mine and she agreed that we're boycotting the show. (not that we'd go anyway!)
2. AC/DC is coming to Edmonton tomorrow. In a surprising twist my sister declares her love for AC/DC.
   "Really? You?"
   "Yeah! 'I Saw The Sign' is one of the best songs ever!"
3. It was 10 pm before my sister heard a song she knew. She's the best for sticking it out... :)
   

Further confessions

In addition to secretly watching The Girls Next Door and openly liking country music I offer the following insight.

• I'm going to the Big & Rich concert tonight and I'm immensely looking forward to it.
• Who am I kidding, the last book I read was "The Book of Air And Shadows" in Cuba in April. It was fiction. I enjoyed it.
  
• The last thing I read from start to finish was either a gardening magazine (okoko, I looked at pictures) and several knitting patterns.
• I just spent $8 x 3 gorgeous buttons for a sweater I'm knitting.
  

I went to a wedding where I didn't know anyone, except for the person that invited me. This was something new and unusual for me! I've never just been a guest and not known the couple. It turns out weddings can be fun and relaxing! Who knew?

Well, the very fun part, besides it being on the River Queen and watching the dragonboat races because the wedding was delayed for over an hour, was observing the guests. As a special treat one of the female guests decided to wear a slinky purple lingerie-style gown without a bra. She was wrong, fer 'shur. The groom was a mechanic so all of his family and guests had handlebar moustaches, mullets, leather pants/chaps and vests with fringes!

Pip Squeak

Just took a very serious call from someone who's mouse I replaced today.

"Hi, what's up?"
"You know my new mouse? It squeaks. Did you know that?"

In fact, I did not.
In fact, I would not know that from ALL THE WAY OVER HERE.

I don't want.

I want a smock so I don't get dirty in the shop and they tell me smocks are a safety hazard and they could order me a jumpsuit or a uniform.

I WANT a SMOCK!!

And I want it to say "IT GIRL" on the name tag.

Hierarchy

Pom: A lady on my bus has a seven or eight assorted dog shirt. Is that better or worse than a 3 wolf moon combo?

M: Better, Definitely. 7 > 3, duh.