Party

This past weekend I was invited to partake in a festive catered meal to celebrate a marriage earlier in the week. However, the meal had to be delayed for about two hours because the hall had been booked for a different celebration that would not be done until then. The story we heard was that the hall had been booked for the first party a year in advance, however, our party was not informed of this until it was too late to look elsewhere.

How difficult is it for an organization to keep a chart where they write down who has booked a hall? Who is the genius that doesn't keep track that a room is booked so they rebook it? Its one room. The only room in the place.

Frightening.

Alarm

Apparently, it isn't only others who need this site. I am on an ambulance squad (So is Dr. G, what a coincidence!) Coming back from a call this morning, I see the clock says 6:16. I realize that my alarm is about to go off. This will disturb others, as (1) I am not home to shut it off and (2) I moved it away from my bed and near the door before I left (WHY is for another time). So now it will disturb everyone in the house.  But wait, it gets better.

I state to my fellow crewmate that I am about to be in big trouble because my alarm is going off in one minute, much to the displeasure of others. He responds " Oops, mine's going off at 6:20."

We debated just staying on the ambulance all day.

Who?

A young man is critically injured, so a request for prayers is put out. First on a news site. 2 comments. The first asking for the name of the person, clearly left off the initial report. Then a follow up asking the first commenter why he needs the information. ( THAT one isn't the Dummkopf).

Then I see the same request for prayer on a social network site, with a bit more information, but again not enough to invade the privacy of the family and what are one of the comments? You guessed it, " who is it?"

Who cares? Are you unable to empathize without specifics? or are you just a nosy yenta?

Phones

When will people learn how to use a cell phone in public meetings? The darn thing rings, so they open the phone, and then hit ignore. This just causes the person to either (a) call back, or (b) leave a message, both of which cause the phone to either (a) ring again, or (b) give the tones/notes/tunes for an incoming voice mail message.

The best thing I ever saw was during one of these meetings, after hitting ignore twice, and the phone ringing again, twice, the guy had the decency to get up.  So I am thinking he is going to go outside now and answer the phone.  No such luck, apparently he got up (so he could better answer the phone, I guess)  and said he is in a meeting and then  SAT BACK DOWN TO CONTINUE TO HAVE THE CONVERSATION! Obviously, he was not capable of talking and continuing to have his feet move towards the door.

The proper thing to do is to just shut the phone off.

Advice

Someone (single) in my office was preparing some paperwork for me. She asked me is she should date it Friday or Monday.

I told her she should date men, not paperwork.

The good Doctor, always dispensing relevant advice, worth the price paid for it.

Donuts

I need to give a name to the person who populates my office along with Queen Maleequa, so I shall dub him Sir Annoyus.

Someone brought in donuts. Sir Annoyus (SA for short) informed me that there were Jelly and caramel. I cut open one of them, and it was filled with yellow custard. I tasted it to be sure, and it was indeed the standard custard filling, not a lighter version of caramel, which is, well, usually caramel colored. While he was looking at it, I told him it was custard, and he informed me that it was caramel, because that is what he was told they were.

How does one argue with such logic?

Help

I told someone about the blog, person asked me how to comment, so I told her what to do. Claimed the comment got lost, so I opened up the commenting to a wider audience, again told me the comment got lost.
Told me I had to show her exactly how to comment.

This is blogging, not rocket science. If I have to write my own comments to my own blog, I don't need to post anything, I can just conduct symphonies of stuffed dolls in my own room in my underwear.

Now try to get THAT image out of your head.