I'm working on 3 hours of sleep, so I'm having a hard time finding the motivation for the Tuesday dance. You'll have to settle for more of a sway in my chair (which may or may not be me trying not to nod off on the keyboard). When you're all done here, go see Keely at the clicky thing above, and turn the lights off on your way out.
In case you didn't already think I worked with some of the oddest people around, I present you with these two lovelies:
-> Being anti-social nerdy finance people, we have designated Thursday as the day we all go to lunch together. To bond, and such. Because Thursday lunches were becoming such a cluster f&*k to decide where to go and then meet up, my boss developed the RLG (Random Lunch Generator). He asked us all for potential lunch destinations in our area. Then he compiled them. Sent the list to everyone, with the opportunity to black ball one restaurant and rate the rest for preference. Then he took all the information in to customize the RLG. Now, instead of discussing where we want to go, he simply runs the RLG and it tells us where we will be dining, based on our preferences and when we ate there last. We are a sad bunch, but it makes us happy.
->To further the "we have issues" thought, it has recently been requested that I set out a spoon next to my M&M jar. So that people don't stick their hands into the jar. They can spoon out one or two for themselves, and leave the rest untouched. Because it was felt that even if people pour the M&M into their palm (instead of sticking a grimy paw into the jar) some folks inevitably poured too many, and return some. I now have plastic spoon next to my candy jar. I assume this will help the dieters, too, since a spoon only holds so many M&Ms. Far less than the average palm.
->I will now distract you with a picture or two.
Yup, o slept through our "Holiday Picture" experience on Saturday. And we all thought it was better that way.
LG did not sleep through the pictures. And for the first 5 minutes he was a really good boy. He even said "cheese" just like the nice lady asked. However, those were the 5 minutes the lady wasted taking family portraits (which I specifically stated were the LEAST important of all the pictures). Then it was all chasing him though the studio, reminding him that it wasn't our tree, and they weren't our ornaments (so he couldn't take them off to lick them...) And somewhere in there someone got their hands on him and "neatened" him up. Tucked in his really cute dress shirt, combed his hair. As though I had forgotten to do those things. Which I hadn't. So they combed out all his curls, and made him look like a future republican. Poor kid.
If you're on my Holiday Card list, please pretend you didn't see these. As they will be mailed to you this weekend. If you're not, hells, enjoy away!
-> The pediatricians office now gives out gift cards to patients they inconvenience in ways unimaginable, apparently. How do I know? I am now holding $20 in gc (as well as every sample size item that the dr could dig out) that might just go to chocolate and schnapps. Because yesterday I left my house with o at 10:30 am and returned at 3:45. The dr is a 15 minute drive, in traffic. Sigh, it was a long day. The highlights were that we waited an hour for a lab tech to get back from lunch to take o's blood, only to find out that she didn't have the right equipment. The dr was very apologetic. We drove across town, and then back to the dr. And I can honestly say, it didn't occur to me to be mad, or even mildly pissed off. I just wanted them to do something to make him feel better. And they tried, but it hasn't worked yet. Another saga for another day. It's interesting to know that in one of the health capitols of the US, the Clinic has realized that if I don't like my standard of care, I can simply go somewhere else. It's sad that it hadn't occured to me to do that until they handed me that card yesterday.
-> On Saturday, PB and I attended an adults only Christmas dinner (yes, I did get a sitter!) For the white elephant we brought a "Snuggy" and a Chia Christmas Tree. Dude, I know, now you want us at your Christmas party. Sorry, we're booked up for the season. Try us next year, though, when the "Magic" brownie pan might make an appearance.
LG's godmother moved sometime this fall (don't ask how the hell I misplaced that in the last few months, but I did). She now lives on Mockingbird Lane. Next to Herman Munster. Tee hee hee.
Ok, I have to leave you now. Time to go crash our new computer system. Seriously, that's what IT wants me to do. Since I'm the one that used to do it often under the old system. I think they're hoping it will take me more than 5 minutes this time!
Have a great week, and see you next Tuesday for more Random Thoughts.