It’s weird when I email something funny to a colleague that sits a few cubicles away from me, and they respond with ‘LOL’ but I didn’t hear them laughing. :-/
The internet has made us liars!
I used to have some fun when interviewing candidates for various posts in IT at a previous company that I worked for. The standard process would be for them to complete and sign some forms before the interview commenced, so I would normally ask to see the forms before even meeting the candidate.
By looking at their signature, I would tell the other members of the interview panel what I thought the individual would be like, and often I would even guess the duration of the interview. I was right every single time. It was hilarious. Eventually, I had managers walking up to my desk before they went into an interview that I wasn’t involved in to find out if I thought it would be worth their while to interview the candidate before they even met him.
Poor candidates. Finding a job is tough these days. 🙂
Daughter: Daddy, mummy says the sandwiches are about to go into the press
Me: Tell mummy it’s not a press, it’s a toaster
Mummy: …
The difference in terminology between what Americans call things, versus what we say in South Africa is quite amusing at times. My favourite so far has got to be the ‘hot water heater’ term that Americans use when referring to what we call a ‘geyser’. There’s many others, and I suspect that it will be the subject of a post that is entirely focused on exposing the ridiculous use of the Queen’s English by those that appropriated the culture and decided to call it ‘American’.*
*And if you take that seriously, then you’re a dork! (Pre-emptive strike against trolls)
Received this in email a while back. Stumbled across it today again and thought it worth sharing…I have no idea if this is a true reflection of how the bail out package actually works, but it’s an interesting tale nonetheless. 🙂
It is a slow day in a little Greek Village. The rain is beating down and the streets are deserted.
Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the village, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night. The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.
The butcher takes the €100 note and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer.
The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel.
The supplier takes the €100 note and runs to pay his drinks bill at the taverna.
The tavern owner slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has been offering him “services” on credit.
The prostitute then rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner with the €100 note.
The hotel proprietor then places the €100 note back on the counter so the rich traveller will not suspect anything. At that moment the traveller comes down the stairs, picks up the €100 note, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.
No one produced anything. No one earned anything.
However, the whole village is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how the bailout package works.
Frosty the Snowman perpetuates The Man’s myth. What they don’t tell you is that the first snowman was black!
Martin Show. (via nonchalante)