I think it was a schoolboard site or something?

Someone not one of us just posted something on my feed from a company called apostrophe that misused an apostrophe in its tagline.

It was this guy: [link]

Someone not one of us just posted something on my feed from a company called apostrophe that misused an apostrophe in its tagline.

WINNING.

Who just put on Facebook the guy running for governor of something who had "governor" misspelled on his website?

I did, for one. It's things like that that make Georgians pray not for competent politicians, which is too much to expect, but just for ones who aren't embarrassing.

wrod.Well, okay, not in Georgia, but so feel your pain.

OMG a full-time support (not tech, business) person forwarded me a support case, and I'm walking a frustrated but nice guy through Outlook setup of a random version that isn't the same version I have and of which I have zero screenshots just "don't change the other settings, mmkay?" and the other support person is on the line too, and this guy has had a periodic error message since yesterday and no one called him back and...oy.

I got rid of his error message, and got him a workaround for sending email, but his Outlook is only 2/3 fixed. Where is that escalate button again????

The phones...the phones have stopped ringing...this is the first time in a day and a half that I've joined the queue and it hasn't rung immediately. If I get my TiVo to Weaknees before 3:30 they will attach the drive today.

Also it hurts and I want to cry, but that's besides all the pointses, as they say.

IT RANGGGGGGG!!!!!

Kat and Lee, sorry about such awful news.

The town is freaking out here because someone tried to kidnap an 8 year old girl from a playground on Sunday night during a Jazz festival. Walked up, called the girl by her name and told her he was supposed to take her to her parents (who were nearby, but not in sight). He led her away and she started crying. A couple stopped and asked her if she was ok. He wouldn't let her answer but said she was "fine." Her playmate started yelling for her and she started crying so the guy sat her down at a picnic table at the edge of the park and said he was going to use the restroom. He then disappeared. By the time they got back to the girl's parents and called the police, 20 minutes had gone by and he was long gone.

Commence massive freak out. This is a small town and I'm used to letting my kids run.

I have rediscovered my talent at work for being the No person. Twice this afternoon me and new boss got drawn into conversations about bright new ideas to bring in money. The first one my rebuttal was basically "so fire the hort department and hire contractors who want to get the arb's endorsement on their biz and you'll save tons of money! Please, insult me and new boss lady some more. It's cost-efficient". The second one was grant chasing, and I had to quote the mission statement at the DD, and then the edict of the board that "no increased programming unless there is increased staff to implement said programming".

I freaking hate grant chasing. I loathe it. Yes, you just got us money to do this new amazing thing. What about the money to do what we actually need done?

I also told DD unequivocably No and then asked that we table this discussion, especially since new boss lady has been here for TWO DAYS, and maybe we'd be able to talk about fall adult programming if you weren't trying to save your hide finding grants for shit we don't need and bothering us about it.

ION, an adult son and his elderly mum had a spat, he ditched her, she got upset, three staff went looking for him. After he was found, he pretended that there had been no fight, that she'd told him to go for a walk. We told him she was worried, and he decided to tour the greenhouse instead of heading straight back to her. When we got to the house where she was and informed the other staff member who'd been saddled with her and the story of her fight, said staff member stormed out to grab his ass, while me and another colleague were left awkward in the house with the mother, who was asking "did he seem angry?". Um...

Until I talk to the pissed off coworker, my assessment of him (the son) is "what a d-bag".

Holy shit, Cash. That's scary. I wonder how he knew her name.