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Various things
Aug. 1st, 2008 08:48 am1. There is no tea in the house. This is because I told myself again and again to buy tea after we saw The X-Files last night, and of course, I forgot. So my morning caffeine has come in the form of coffee, instant. I am not overly pleased.
2. Yesterday I saved work from BURNINATING IN FIRE. Sort of. The manager was on lunch, and I looked up and said, "Do you smell something burning?"
"Oh yeah," said the new guy, "it's sort of plasticky." We frantically checked all the computers and powerpoints, but nothing was out of order. Then he said, "I noticed a couple of hours ago that the bin outside was on fire..."
So I strolled over and had a look, and OH BOY WAS THE BIN OUTSIDE ON FIRE. As I watched, a lady emptied her bottle of water over it and walked on, with no noticable effect. I wandered back to the counter, picked up the phone and called triple-zero.
Fifteen minutes later, a fire truck turned up, sirens blazing, and six handsome firemen jumped out, brandishing an enormous hose (what?) and put out the fire. By the time they were finished, the plastic bin within the metal shell had fully melted. It was quite awesome.
Then I had a quick talk with the new guy about how fires should be put out when they're small, before they get big and stink out the whole store.
3. I quite liked The X-Files, despite the fact it had a PLOT OF FAIL. Yes, those caps were necessary. So much fail! And yet, so much win, especially in the bits where it forgot it was a Serious Movie.
4. Recently, our company has started importing customer orders via a third company. Which is to say, instead of directly ordering from our UK or US wholesalers, we place the order, and Company C takes it from there.
Unfortunately, Company C has some competency issues, which lead to the following conversation:
"Hi, this is Liz from [company], I just wanted to chase up some outstanding orders. [Here are the ISBNs.]"
"Oh yeah. It took us a while to figure those orders out. It turns out the books are from England."
"...Right. Now, there's also this order: [ISBN]."
"Yes, we did receive that book, but we lost it. Do you want us to order another copy?"
*KEYBOARD SMASH*
5. The problem with reading breast cancer memoirs is that, for weeks after, instead of thinking, "Hmm. My boob hurts. I really need to get a properly-fitted bra", I think, "Hmm. My boob hurts. I hope I get a book deal before I die." It's a bit fail. Also, Lopsided by Meredith Norton was ultimately unsatisfying, for reasons I shall go into in more detail in my Vox.
2. Yesterday I saved work from BURNINATING IN FIRE. Sort of. The manager was on lunch, and I looked up and said, "Do you smell something burning?"
"Oh yeah," said the new guy, "it's sort of plasticky." We frantically checked all the computers and powerpoints, but nothing was out of order. Then he said, "I noticed a couple of hours ago that the bin outside was on fire..."
So I strolled over and had a look, and OH BOY WAS THE BIN OUTSIDE ON FIRE. As I watched, a lady emptied her bottle of water over it and walked on, with no noticable effect. I wandered back to the counter, picked up the phone and called triple-zero.
Fifteen minutes later, a fire truck turned up, sirens blazing, and six handsome firemen jumped out, brandishing an enormous hose (what?) and put out the fire. By the time they were finished, the plastic bin within the metal shell had fully melted. It was quite awesome.
Then I had a quick talk with the new guy about how fires should be put out when they're small, before they get big and stink out the whole store.
3. I quite liked The X-Files, despite the fact it had a PLOT OF FAIL. Yes, those caps were necessary. So much fail! And yet, so much win, especially in the bits where it forgot it was a Serious Movie.
4. Recently, our company has started importing customer orders via a third company. Which is to say, instead of directly ordering from our UK or US wholesalers, we place the order, and Company C takes it from there.
Unfortunately, Company C has some competency issues, which lead to the following conversation:
"Hi, this is Liz from [company], I just wanted to chase up some outstanding orders. [Here are the ISBNs.]"
"Oh yeah. It took us a while to figure those orders out. It turns out the books are from England."
"...Right. Now, there's also this order: [ISBN]."
"Yes, we did receive that book, but we lost it. Do you want us to order another copy?"
*KEYBOARD SMASH*
5. The problem with reading breast cancer memoirs is that, for weeks after, instead of thinking, "Hmm. My boob hurts. I really need to get a properly-fitted bra", I think, "Hmm. My boob hurts. I hope I get a book deal before I die." It's a bit fail. Also, Lopsided by Meredith Norton was ultimately unsatisfying, for reasons I shall go into in more detail in my Vox.
