When Your Boss Asks About Blogs…
I received a (potentially) heart-stopping e-mail from my boss this morning: Subject: Blogs Body: Do you participate in any? how? why? It's not that any of the blogs I run are particularly salicious salacious, defamatory or overly personal. I don't use co-worker's names, I don't trash the company, and my
Camping Hygiene
She: "Did you bring toothpaste?" Me: "Yeah, in my overnight bag. It's Close-up." She (singing): "Get a closer...now don't be shy..." Me: "Stop! That is not the Close-up theme song!" She: "Oh. What is it?" Me: "Arid Extra Dry. I don't need to think about deo while I'm brushing my
Diner Dinner
Waitress: "You get a salad with that. What kind of dressing do you want?" Me: "French?" Waitress: "What?" Me: "How about Catalina?" Waitress: "Look, this is a diner." Me: "Okay, what do you have?" Waitress: "Italian, Russian, Western..." Me: "Western. The orange stuff." Waitress: "Oh, is that the same as
Meeting Stress
She: "That meeting was five minutes late." Me: "It started five minutes late." She: "You could start without me." Me: "Then I'd cover ground twice." She: "What if I had production issues to attend to?" Me: "Did you have production issues?" She: "No." Me: "Then don't beat me up over
At the Junction of Entertainment and Politics
She: "I watched a few more episodes last night." Me: "Me, too. You know they're up to season 6." She: "So Bartlet must've been reelected. Right? How long could this go on?" Me: "I guess it could go to 8 seasons." She: "How long is one term? How many terms
Safety. Your first concern.
This morning I endured a 14 minute safety video that came straight from 1981. Among the pearls of wisdom: Ergonomics. It's a new word in the workplace. Sweaty palms and electricity don't mix. They weren't called monitors back in the day. No, they were video display terminals. I want those
