Huh. Apparently it's my two year work anniversary today.
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just took a call from a user who says that he has dropped so much food into his keyboard that fungus is growing on it.
oh my God. Ick.
You're making me want to clean my work keyboard now.
It's going to be hell getting into work today, but at least the freeway's open. In fact, the fire's moved south, closer to the route I took home yesterday. And I have nowhere I need to be this evening, apart from the Palm store.
My favorite keyboard call, in terms of sheer hilarity, was the guy who melted his into a heap of slag, until it was like a bowl of shiny black cornflakes.
The grossest, however, had to be the one with the vomit in.
It was just as bad as he described it.
I need to get a box of latex gloves to do my job.
What on earth are these people doing at work?!?!!
I overslept 45 minutes this morning, and will still be on time for work. Thank god for dresses.
I woke up this morning at 4:30, and couldn't fall back asleep.
That's not at all right.
And oops, not so much with the on time if I don't leave right now.
I need to get a box of latex gloves to do my job.
And a mask! Don't breathe in those spores!