…and now
let's wash out our eyes with something slightly lighter-hearted.
The usual
goings-on go on at work, even while here on the blog I'm unwrapping a chocolate Jesus – and tearing into, let us say, the anti-chocolate faction.
Earlier this
week, one of my bosses – have I mentioned Kendra before? – was patiently
looking over a long, impromptu demo that Ben was presenting for her in his
office. It involved some pretty elaborate manipulations, via Microsoft Excel,
of ways of converting various world currencies while calculating ranges of
costs of living in different regions of various world countries.
Ben's quite
the wiz with Excel… and if I can make that program fetch and roll over, he
can get it to fly without a cape, bark a sonnet, and draw nothing but aces from
an unstacked deck. Anyway, I was just slightly auditing his demonstration and
explanation to a very patient Kendra (I'm in the next cubicle over)… and
hurriedly covered my mouth before I could laugh at her comment to wrap the
demonstration up: "Well, I say it's fuzzy math – not because I don't
understand it, but because I need glasses."
And today
Ben walked past my desk, grumbling, to the corner printer (his own must have
been down). "Boy, this printer sucks!" he growled.
I snorted as
a kind of audible, nonverbal eye-rolling, and explained, "That's why it
keeps pulling in paper, Ben."
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