Fur Balls

Everytime I do a cough - clear your throat type of cough, one of the guys "P" feels the need to yell fur ball. Embarrassing or what but I just tell him to give it up. Well last week, we were do interviews for a position we have available here at our office. One of the ladies came in and I was in the middle of something so didn't get to the door to greet her. She made the misteak of "clearing her throat" to get someone's attention. What does "P" do but scream out FUR BALL. I don't think she will be back.

To much information

I am sure I have the words DEAR ABBY written across my forhead. Maybe it is the way I listen to everything, taking in any usless information that comes my way. People just volunteer information to me especially strangers in stores.
One of my co-workers (a 48 year old male) has took it upon himself to inform me that he has planter worts. Why he felt I should know is still quite a mystery to me. Every day he comes in and sits in my office and gives me the latest update of the worts. Duct tape seems to fix planter worts, just like it fixes everything else - did you know that? I had heard a rumor. Did you know that BLAH BLAH BLAH - that is what I have been hearing - a bunch of nothing about planter worts. Well, thank God, this morning he came in to announce the the last 3 came out last night. LIKE WHO REALLY CARES. Will I miss his 4 time a day updates NO, NOT AT ALL.

Emergency Dept

I hate being left alone for any length of time. Yes I enjoy the quiet but sometimes it can be boring. I remember one time, over the christmas break, we were down to only 2 staff one Friday (we are slow during the break) One of my co-workers went to get his lunch so I had to stay behind to man the phones. Well, since the phones were not ringing I decided to go in the kitchen and read the newspaper. I have to admit, I dozed of for a few minutes. I didn't even realize it. I must have just put my head against my arm and presto ASLEEP. Anyway the phone rang so I jumped up grabed my tea and ran - my foot was asleep. I stepped on it and there was no support. I went flying (literally) through the kitchen door, across the hall and into our board room. Well who should be coming in through the door was my co-worker. He thought it was funny. I realized I was in pain, fainted (yes fainted). When I came to I said to my co-worker call me sister (partner in crime) because I have sprained my ankle and have to go to the hospital. Needless to say 7 1/2 hours later I left emergency. The reason I know I was asleep is that when I came to from fainting my co-worker asked if I had been asleep. I said no, he said the reason I know you are lying is that you have a mark across your face from the cuff of your shirt. Can you believe that.

Nice and sunny again today - hung out a load of laundry. I had a weird thing happen yesterday. It was 27 deg here so I sat out on the deck at work to eat lunch. I guess the heat got to me because I smelt sweatie (very uncommon for me by the way). I asked our receptionist "if you smelt sweatie would you want me to tell you" After a minute or two of us talking back and forth we both decided that we would want someone to tell us to avoid the further embarrassment of everyone we came in contact with to be thinking that we smelled. She then looked at me, shocked, and said "WHY DO I SMELL SWEATIE" I said no I do but I just wanted to know if you would have told me if you smelt it. WE laughed because it was such a stupid conversation but so true. Wouldn't you want someone to tell you if there was "bats in the batcave".

Needless to say I went and picked up my daughter at the barn, where it was quite colder as it over looks the ocean, headed home for a BBQ with my family and sisters (one of my sisters drops in every evening so our dogs can play - she sat and ate some fries with us just because she could). First time I had a mushroom burger and I must say it was excellent. Life sure is good.

Some days can be really busy. Just now one of my old clients walked in (I now work in a different department). He is a talker - I could hear his voice. I was thinking about slowly sliping out of my chair, under my desk for a short "break" Then I thought he won't come back here BUT then he went into the office across from mine. I hid behind my computer reading something, thinking "can I still slip under my desk without him seeing me" BUT NO I COULDN'T. Bingo, he sings out HELLO GRUMPY - I smile and welcome him into my office just like an old lost friend.I thought he would stay talking about nothing all afternoon - but he didn't - odviously busy like myself. Close call. Next time I will slide under my desk LOL