I think I've figured out why so many work presentations bore the entire room to tears.

I'm giving a presentation this evening - on vegetation management. I could summarise the whole thing in 30 seconds, and end with "Also, check your handouts for more info ( Read more... )

1) Yes, I did just have a flu vaccine. No, that doesn't mean that I'm a sucker who's been taken in by a scam to get me to pay for something that doesn't work. (It's a FREE vaccine. I didn't pay at ALL.) Also, the fact that I am now drowsy is a temporary side-effect, and NOT evidence that the only thing the flu vaccine does is make you sicker ( Read more... )

You know how in softball/baseball/game-with-bases-off-your-choice, people sometimes slide into base and end up lying full-length on the ground because they're trying to get to the base so fast ( Read more... )

I am getting rather sick of a certain comment.

It keeps happening, every day, while I'm in the kitchen at work, waiting for my tea to brew, or standing in the lift, waiting to reach my floor, or sitting at my desk, waiting for my computer to turn on*.

Inevitably, I'll have someone look over and say:
"Must be a good book."...because I'm reading a ( Read more... )

Yes, I left my work computer on all night. I am terrible and energy wasting, and must be shunned.

(Although I did, in fact, turn my screen off, so I'm not all bad.)Apparently work has decided that the best strategy for turning us into Happy Little Energy Savers is to shame/bribe us into it. By giving people who turn off their computers chocolate, ( Read more... )

...because they rock. Completely ( Read more... )

Not only am I the proud possessor of a secret rubbish bin, hidden furtively under my desk, but I've now snuck in my own tea.

I'm heartily sick of the crappy tea options available at my work (basically, no-name brand in teabags - horrible stuff ( Read more... )

Three mini-posts on completely unrelated topics:

( spoilers and TV tropes )

Today I had to walk down 13 flights of stairs.
...which was actually harder than it sounds.

Seriously - you'd think that up would be the hard bit, and down would pretty much come naturally, but apparently not. By the end, my calves were killing me ( Read more... )

My boss - or, rather, my boss's boss's boss's boss - is on an unending quest to abolish all business attire.

A year ago, when he first became head honcho (his job is, basically, the same as Sir Humphrey Appleby's), he promptly banned ties.

Well - not banned them, actually. He just declared that ties were no longer a compulsory part of business ( Read more... )