Thursday is traditionally sushi day for me. I offered to pick up sushi for anyone that wanted when I went to get mine at lunch time. This led to a discussion between some of the older ladies in my office about whether they ate sushi or not.
B: K, do you eat sushi?
K: No, I dont. Do you?
B: No! Raw fish!
K: I know. And that spinach that they put in it. Yuck!
Our office is usually warm, even in the open plan section, there is however a small passage from the door to the open plan space and that passage is rather chilly. We also have a paging system throughout the building.
K (looking up and pointing): Maybe the cold air is coming from that aircon?
Me: That’s a speaker…
The conversation this morning revolved around the horrific killings of almost 100 youth in Oslo.
R: Its such a shame.
B and K make noises in the affirmative.
R: But you know, the gunman didnt really look the type to do something like this…
Because sociopaths and psychopaths have a specific look! Grrrrrrrr!
I once again find myself on this blog… Anyone want to smack me upside the head is more than welcome.
I extracted all the relevant information to create our tax certificates, I pulled the info into the mail merge, I printed almost 1500 pages, we started signing the certificates…
S: Ummm, ladies, the date is last year, you have to redo them…
Me: FFS! *slams head on desk and starts all over again*
R needs to send an email to a bank. She calls me to help her set up a delivery and read receipt. In the process of doing this the following conversation takes place.
Me: Put in the email address.
R (mumbling while she is typing the address): s. a. n. d. o. w. n. b. m. BM must be branch manager. at. bankname. dot. co. dot. za.
R: How do I know it will go to the right branch?
Me: It has the branch name in the email address.
R: Oh, but how will I know it will go to her? The branch manager?
Me: Because this is her address, the one she gave you…
R: But it doesnt have her name in it?
Me: It doesnt have to, it’s her address, I promise it will go to her.
R: Ok, because I want *her* to reply to me.
W gets a missed call on her phone from home. She picks up her work phone and dials. She puts down and dials again. Again she puts down. She looks at me and says…
W: You wont believe what I did.
Me: What?
W: I just dialed my work number… Twice!
Doh!
KM walks into the open plan office…
KM: B, I looked at this document and it doesnt look right to me, can you take a look?
KM looks up…
KM: Oh, she isnt at her desk.
B gets a letter from the bank asking her to call them. She dials a few times.
B: It keeps telling me the number doesn’t exist. Its the number on the letter. This country is going to the dogs!
5 minutes later…
B: Oh, I dialed the wrong number.
Each month we do a debit order run and we use a small private bank to facilitate this. R sends the data to them and we usually wait up to 24 hours for it to be processed. Today they processed the run really fast.
R: The bank has confirmed the run was processed. It only took them half an hour!
B: Wow, that was fast, they obviously dont have much work today.
R: Maybe they want us to vote ANC.
Im still trying to figure out her logic…
This is an oldy that I was reminded of this morning.
B walks into the office and puts her bag down at her desk, she sits down, turns her computer on, looks around and says…
B: Why is it so dark in here today? Are the lights not working?
She takes a moment…
B: Oh wait, Im still wearing my sunglasses!
