stephbg | Encounters with humans (Reply)

(1) Husband. Purr.
Husband had the day off so offered to drive me in to work to avoid sundry public transport headaches. We managed to turn the typical horror of an extra-bad rush (ha!) hour freeway crawl into quality time together. When the universe hands you lemons...

(2) Webinar. Frustrating
Humans were theoretically on the other end of a webinar/conference call thingie this morning re a fiendishly complex software upgrade. It was a waste of time, and the fact that it was the reason I dragged my unwilling self into the office merely added to the irritation. And the fact that it took me 20 minutes to get the web contact and conference call working didn't help. *grumble*

The only amusing compensation was the Kiwi accent and the fact they had to say "cluck thus betton" several times. I found other similarly uncomplimentary reviews of the webinar, with Americans and English-speaking (probably better than the Yanks (miaow)) Germans both complaining about the incomprehensible accent.

(3) Mother. Amazing
Today Mother turned 71, or rather "21 plus 50" as she put it. Somehow she manages to be fighting fit even though she's got a bit of a cough right now. Family get-together scheduled for Saturday afternoon for combined birthdays of my niece Shannon (15), Moi (37), Husband (although he won't be there) (45) and Mother (71).

Librans rule!

(4) Mysterious Former Colleague. Awkward
Was accosted by a remotely familiar female at the pharmacy this afternoon. She had worked in admin on a different floor of a company I worked for about 7 years ago. Having identified each other she wouldn't let me escape so we pointlessly ran through a list of other former co-workers to update their last known positions.

For some reason she was convinced that I had studied law. Um, I wrote an essay on intellectual property in the IT industry once.

I begin to have doubts again about the wisdom of attending my school reunion later in the year.

(5) Stranger In The Supermarket. Not Creepy At All.
Whilst waiting the in the supermarket queue I admired the hair of the lady behind me, but resisted the temptation to tell her so. However, the fates decreed that she would be parked next to me, and so I accosted her as she unpacked and complimented her on her colours. Despite my best efforts to not sound like a stalker she departed with a definite hint of flee. She's from Busselton. There you go.