a conversation at work

at work, someone in my desk area was frantically running around looking for a calculator with a square root function... after asking 2 people without any success, the person approached me and said:

shana, you must have a calculator with a square root function! can i borrow it?

i said yes, i do, and yes, you may borrrow it, and then i got to thinking... what about me made this person think that i would most certainly have a calculator with the ability to calculate square roots?

i received these M&M's as a gift.

hoodie

Today someone told me my outfit looked like a gym teacher, and I ought to have a whistle.

Perhaps.

auto spell check

i find this quite funny. i just received this email from an engineer who is supposed to be sending me progress prints today. see if you can figure out which word was auto-spell checked:

Shana, Denise is making the puffs now, we will send them over in a few minutes.

yup.

[via http://xkcd.com/710/]

Thursday morning conversation

As a dad an his small son got off the bus, the dad says to the son ( who is maybe 3?) " say thank you, Elijah", to which the kid responds with "thank you Elijah!"

It made everyone on the bus smile.

Have I mentioned I like Thursdays?

sad orange

we stayed for dinner

thought i'd write another post, because i felt sort of mean at the end of that last one. i hope you'll enjoy this one.

last friday night, dan and i went to dinner at a Thai restaurant that we really like... it's a fairly small place with really good food. it was kind of crowded when we arrived, so we had to sit by the front door where it's rather drafty. within a minute of entering, actually before sitting down, we notice that a diner at one of the back tables is puking at his table. like, everywhere. table cloth, floor, you name it.

and, as the title of this post indicates, we stayed for dinner! yup. we've been there so many times that we were not phased by this at all... a few days later when i mentioned this to a friend i realized that maybe we could have interpreted this as a sign that something was wrong in the kitchen, but we didn't. and there was no issue as far as we were concerned-- we enjoyed our pad see-yu and pad thai quite a bit.

i bet if we hadn't been to this place a dozen or so times before this, we would have left. probably. i will tell you one thing, though: we're never sitting at that back table. i mean, i know that any number of things could have happened in any public space i'm in, but the fact that i actually saw the puking take place means i refuse to sit at that table. in fact, if we went back and it was really busy and that was the only table free, i'd probably opt to go somewhere else.

really.

the secret word

so my friend at work, who i happen to be working with on a project, was talking to a consultant of ours who was really hesitant to change part of his design. she was telling me that while she was talking to him, it seemed really unlikely that he would change... until she mentioned that one of our principals thought it would be a good idea to make this change. upon hearing his name, the consultant agreed to make the change. as she told me this part of the story she said "all i had to do was say [this principal] wants to make this change, and the consultant agreed! his name is my secret word."

"funny", i said, "when i run into that situation, i use your name, and that works for me.".

hierarchy is funny. so is lowerarchy. HAHAHA no, i know that's not a real word. seriously.

i kind of want to be someone's secret word... sometimes i think i might have that going on in studio but i'm not sure.



i decided i don't really want comments on this one... is that wrong? well, whatever. this is my blog, damn it.