Yesterday yielded at least three perfectly random quotes:
1) Two ladies leaving a restaurant, one middle-aged propping up the other who could have been a mother or aunt.
First: "We came here for the Mother's Day brunch."
"Really? When was that?"
2) At the bar: "I don't fucking care. That's why I look so young."
3) Also at the bar: "I really love that musician, Gibson Les Paul."
DH nearly snorted beer out of his nose. He had to explain to me that a Gibson Les Paul is a guitar made by Gibson in honor of the musician Les Paul.
Overseen: A 50-ish woman at the dance, wearing a purple tank top, crop pants and the most fabulous lavendar glittered mules ever. Every woman within 20 feet had shoe envy!
My Ears! My Ears! or "there's no place like home"
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007 03:31 pmIn just a few minutes I'll be heading home, and boy, do my ears need the relief. Three business days of "talk radio."
OH. MY. God. If I hear one more self-described "no spin," "straight shooting," talk radio host this week I will spontaneously combust! I cannot believe how wrong, Wrong, WRONG the majority of what comes out of their mouths is. And they're constantly going on about how awful the "media" is, with their hidden agendas and spin-doctoring. Hello. Have you looked in a mirror? YOU ARE part of the "media." Ergo, you are part of the problem. Pot, may I introduce you to Kettle?
Just earlier, I had to listen to this guy going on and on about how we can't tell Mexico how to fix their socio-economic problems, but we do have to stop illegal immigration (with draconian measures no less). So, we can't tell other countries what to do? Then what the hell are we doing in Iraq? Hmmmm? And, in the same segment, he's telling the people of Virginia Beach they need to fire their mayor and sheriff. So, it's bad to tell other countries what to do, but it's perfectly fine to tell people in other cities what to do. WTF?
Earlier in the week, I had to endure a guy (I think Paul Harvey-I'd recognize that self-important monotone anywhere) droning on about how stopping the legalizing of marijuana is a good good thing because: "Pot today is not the same as the pot from before. It's twice as potent and it causes all manner of neuroses, psychoses, and schizophrenia."
In lieu of an ear sporking, I settled for reading Pr0n during my breaks. Right here in the very same trailer with the radio. ::snicker:: It did me good to imagine what their faces would look like if they knew what I was up to. Not just any old pr0n either. The slashy good stuff. And dammit. Bone made me read SPN/FNL! I don't want or need another fandom, let alone two! At least they were short - but whoa, they were scorchin' I will link later because Bone is the first slash author ever I ever read, and she holds a dear spot in the depths of my porny little heart.
Overheard at Work Again
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 04:15 pmA subcontractor called complaining about being denied a change order (which they were not entitled to anyway, trust me).
coworker: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to approve this.
subcontractor: Can I speak to whomever you report to?
coworker: Okay. Puts phone on hold, takes off Project Mgr hat, and counts to something.
coworker: Hi, it's me again.
subcontractor: Um...
coworker: Here's the thing. I'm the *Branch Manager* so I don't think I'll be approving this in that capacity either.
subcontractor: ::small voice:: oh, okay.
LOVES!! I love a profession where you can take the direct route to "you'll take what I give you and you'll like it." Guess that's why I'm here :)
Overheard in the Next Cubicle
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 06:48 amThis engineer called me and asked me to get someone to write him a program by next Monday. I said, “Dude, no way. Everyone here is covered up and going crazy.” He then called one of my direct reports and asked *him* to write the program. My guy said, “I’m sorry, I’m booked up right now. I can get it done by the end of August." Which is what, 5 wks from now? The engineer called me back and said, “You have to help me.” I said, “Okay, I’ll help you. What project is it?” He tells me and I pull out the drawings to look at the date they were issued. I said, “I’m going to help you with some time management skills. If you issue drawings in April, and you need a program written to go with them, you need to ask for it in April. Goodbye.” And I hung up the phone.
Seriously! She is just the person to do this. Unfortunately, I don't sit next to her anymore, so the only stuff I overhear now is from the dumb receptionist who drives me crazy.
Overheard in IN
Sunday, June 18th, 2006 04:49 pmI hopped in my car and headed down a couple of blocks and luckily found an Applebee's that serves until 11:00 pm. A glass of riesling and a plate of coconut shrimp later, I'm paying my tab and sort of overhearing the folks next to me. A new guy has joined the group, and apparently has a new job. This is where I became conscious of the conversation -
"... and it's kind of like being in the Mafia. But the money's good. And it's not too far - only about 45 min from Ft. Worth."
I don't know about his pals, since they all seemed to be congratulating him on his new job, but they must not have been as nonplussed as I was. I could feel my eyebrows climbing into my hairline.
See, I was at work, and the woman in the next cubicle was talking on the phone (I don't always hang out in cubicle-land, and I try not to eavesdrop). All of a sudden I hear her say, "No, don't include that one!" ::pause:: "Because I don't want my dirty underwear on the internet."
I couldn't help it. I just started laughing, and I couldn't stop. She's all embarassed and trying to explain but I can't do anything but laugh and sort of wheeze out "I'm sorry!"
The explanation: Her husband was preparing a presentation about procrastination. He had gone around their house taking pics of things he was procrastinating about. He emailed her the pics so she could help him pick which ones to include. She wanted to delete the picture of the laundry room because her dirty underwear were on the floor in front of the washer. So she says. ::wg:: I still think it was the funniest thing I've ever personally overheard.