"Just so you know... It's not me. It's You"

Well, after 3 consecutive days of Blogger not letting me uplaod photos to my posts, AND telling me that my selection resembles that of a spammer when I try to add comments, I have decided to break up with Blogger.

I know, yet another change. But I am fed up with Blogger never being there for me when I need it. Always giving me error messages and not showing my profile icon all the time. I. AM. DONE.

I dumped Blogger and moved on to Wordpress. So if you feel the need to continue reading, click on the below link, update your blogroll (if you link here) and head on over to my new URL. It is much better in terms of options and tracking features, and is nicer on the eyes too.

Team Slinger

*Blogger knew this would eventually happen, so I feel no guilt whatsoever.

"You checked our shitters, honey?"

The bathroom in my wing of the office almost always has either one urinal or one stall that is out of service. It is normal. but this week, there are 2 stalls out of 4 that are broken, and 2 urinals out of 4 that are broken.

Why am I telling you this? Because, the more you know about my cube neighbor, the better I feel.

Cube Neighbor likes to complain, and has, on numerous occasions, emailed or called CBS, NBC or ABC to complain about one of his shows being cancelled. I imagine he is one of the people that complains about the Super Bowl Haft Time show also.

Anyway, this morning I come in and he is complaining to me about how our bathroom is in need of some help. So I tell him to call and complain. BIG MISTAKE. 10 minutes later I hear him on the phone with our corporate maintenance, and I thought I would share with you what I heard....

"Yeah, I would like to report a problem with the bathroom on the 4th floor."
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"Yes, there are 2 urinals that are not working that are stinking up the place, and 2 shitters don't flush. They have been like this since Monday!"
- ( I imagine the other person is laughing by now, remember he speaks with a lisp)
"I don't understand how 2 of them were tagged as broken, but no one opened a complaint. I don't know about you, but I don't like the smell of backed up shit when I open the door."
- ( Maintenance opens a ticket and tells him they will get someone on it )
"Thank you. Will the plumber call me?"

At this point I am laughing but also puzzled as to why he wants the plumber to call HIM?! Whatever, to each his own I guess.

We all have those "blonde"* moments.

I consider myself a pretty smart individual, and usually I am pretty intelligent when it comes to common sense situations. But every once in a while, my brain likes to prove me wrong...

The other day we received a call from the Pediatrician to confirm an appointment. We were outside and let it go to voicemail. Well later that night I check the voicemail and listened to the recorded message left by the doctor's office.

Message : "We are calling to confirm your 10am appointment. To confirm, press 1. To reschedule, press 2, etc. etc."

Being the smart person that I am, I press 1..... the message starts over again.. "To confirm, press 1. To reschedule, press ..." So I press 1 again. Message starts over again. Now I am getting mad. and MamaSlinger and I have the following exchange of words;

Me: " What the hell? I pressed 1 to confirm and it keeps asking me to confirm!"
MS: "Um, you can't confirm through voicemail! That is the message they.. HAHAHAHAHAHA"
Me: *starts to turn red and laugh "OH! Wow, I am an idiot."

MamaSlinger is in tears by now and keeps reminding me of what I did.

BUT, the same also happens to MamaSlinger from time to time...

This morning she was trying to log into work from home. She was looking all over for the power cord to her laptop, but couldn't find it anywhere.

MS: "Have you seen my power cord? it was up here Saturday when I was logged in."
Me: "No, it should still be by the computer. If its not there, I don't know where it is"

She continues to look for about 10 minutes and still can't find it. After another 10 minutes or so I go up to find that she found the power cord.

Me: "You found it?"
MS: "Yep"
Me: "Where was it?" (knowing what her answer was going to be)
MS: *trying not to smile "In my computer bag"

I was on my way up to actually look in her bag, that was sitting right next to her the whole time. I am just sad that I was not able to find it first!


* I apologize to any blonde readers.

Get Bourne

"Y'know, I always thought that Matt Damon was like a Streisand, but he's rocking the shit in this one! "

Jason Bourne is back to end it all.