A Piece of Advice, Originally Posted in my LJ:
When using the find/replace option in MS Word to replace the word her with the word his, make sure you check the box that says ‘full words only’. Otherwise, you get things like Northisern Ireland and othis.
The directions for using our new mouse:
I get teased. A lot. Over the way I pronounce some Irish words.
Anyone who has ever seen the Irish Language written out, knows that pronunciation can be tricky. Example, the name Sioban? Pronounced Sha-Von.
And yesterday in the office we were discussing a news story about a murder that occurred in Armagh. One of my co-workers lives in Armagh. And apparently I can’t pronouce it at all. To me, the way I said it and the way they said it sounded the same. Apparently not.
I take the teasing in good spirit, since it isn’t meant maliciously. It is more amazement that I can’t pronounce these things, because to the natives it is second nature.
And when they really want a laugh? They ask me to pronounce Carrickfergus. Apparently the way I say that is hysterical!
there was an ad on TV. Two women were approaching a grocery store and one of them exclaims “Oh look, bologna is on sale!” and there was a close up of one of those huge supermarket signs they hang on the window and it said “bologna $15.00 lb”.
I don’t remember what the actual ad was for, but obviously that bit stuck with me. I think because I thought it was patently ridiculous, even at the young age I was then, that bologna would ever be that expensive.
I can’t seem to find a current price for bologna online (and its not something you can get here in the UK, apparently) but I doubt it is $15.00 lb. But I no longer think the future possibility is quite so ridiculous.
I have friends all over the world, thanks to the Internet. And all over the world my friend’s banks are going belly up. Iceland, Luxemburg, United States, the same story is happening over and over again.
And what are we learning? That the CEOs of these banks didn’t make $480m a year plus stock options, but $60m a year plus $250m in stock options. Are you friggin’ kidding me?!?!?!
Everyone says that the ’80s was a greed decade. I think we just surpassed that.
And personally, I am eternally grateful that Simon and I do not have a mortgage. Or, really, any significant debt. So we’ll be fine.
But I am worried about the rest of the world.
I found the above title in my drafts folder.
I have no idea what I was starting to write about.
Anyone want to give me some ideas?
I was out shopping on Saturday. And OMG the bad customer service…
Item 1 – I popped into Carlton Cards to buy some wrap for some gifts we are giving at work. I pick out what I need, go up to the counter, where there are two women putting up Halloween items. I stand there. I look one woman in the eye, raising my eyebrow. She turns her back on me. The other woman finally turns around, says ‘oh’ and says to a woman I didn’t see, sitting on the floor ‘are you on register?’ Why the first woman didn’t tell the woman on the floor that I was there, I don’t know.
Then I am in Primark, doing my usual ‘oh look, bras and pants for £4 a set! Buy buy buy’ and I get up the cash wrap to pay. The woman working at the till next to the one I am at is *screaming* over at her co-worker about a dress and did they have it in her size. When they didn’t she then said “Dammit. I’m gonna kill you!”
So Bad Customer Service All Around.
it because there is not one skirt length in fashion. They, the infamous they, always say that fashion trends follow Wall Street trends. So Wall Street is confused because yesterday I bought two skirts. One that is just above the knee and one that is at the ankle. Therefore, confusion on Wall Street.
As for the Spies Like Us conversation the other day…I could tell you what it was about. But you wouldn’t like the consequences. 🙂
I wish I could tell certainly people that I have to deal with what exactly I think of them and their tactics.
And then I wish I could tell them to shove it and leave me alone.
Interesting times at work. That’s all I am going to say about that.
Phone Rings
“Science Park. This is Robyn.”
“*3723.”
“The eagle flies at midnight.”
*click*
(the above is an actual conversation I had with my husband today on the phone. Aren’t you dying to know what it was about?)
Last night I had a dream that there was a hole in the side of the milk we just received in our grocery order. It was a slightly strange dream (who dreams about milk?!?) not just because of the milk but because I couldn’t seem to get Simon to understand why there was no milk in the jug, even though there was this HUGE hole in it.
This morning? The actual milk in our fridge was sitting in a puddle of milk.
I don’t actually see a hole in the jug, certainly not the great gaping hole I dreamt about, but it certainly seems to be leaking! Its sitting on a plate now.
So, am I psychic or did I notice something odd when it went into the fridge yesterday and it took sleeping to process it?
I am voting for psychic.
Good food, excellent ceremony. It was a lot of fun.
To answer my mother’s question from yesterday, I didn’t wear the same shoes as I wore to the wedding because I was running around all night and they were not comfortable.
And the winner of the 2008 25k Award was…
Affyon Networks – an innovative microchip deployed within internet infrastructure which replaces PC’s software security tools [Queen’s University Belfast].
They win £10,000 and the envy of all of their peers. And help to further their business, but all the finalists get that! Oh and a lovely trophy.
Once again the staff of NISP out did themselves (including your lovely blogger) and the evening went off without a hitch. Some stress and drama during the day when setting up, but nothing that couldn’t be worked out, and was.
And the food was delicious!
And all the girls agree the truly Next Big Thing would be high heels that don’t hurt. Get to work on that someone, okay?