From my dreams this morning:
(I’m in some sort of employee review situation)
Generic blonde woman: Now let’s talk about clothing.
Me: Ok.
GBW: Would you say you’re a good dresser?
Me: Um…I don’t know…
GBW: (shaking her head) No, you are not a good dresser.
In the hallway, just now:
Engineer: And I’m telling you that it depends on the size and complexity of the (data set). Getting the data from it could take 5 minutes, or it could take 16 hours. If Armstrong were here he’d be going ballistic.
Boss: It could take that long, but it shouldn’t.
Engineer: Oh, right. (dismissively walks away).
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My day started out well with 5 blades, but quickly took a turn as I spilled coffee all over my tax return and blackberry. I blame the generic blonde lady.
