It's just dawned on me recently, the inordinate amount of time I spend writing emails back and forth to coworkers. Sample:
from coworker: did you go get custard? I can hear you licking in there!
me: nope, sorry, do you want to go?
cw: i dunno, what's the fotd (flavor of the day)
me: hold on, i'll call
cw: ok, waiting
me: very berry or something
cw: dingleberry?
me: lol, probably
cw: do you want to go?
me: i don't care, do you?
cw: what's the fotd tomorrow?
me: hold on, i'll call
cw: ok, waiting
me: chocolate eclair
cw: oh. i'd rather have that than dingleberry
me: uh, yeah.
cw: let's talk about it tomorrow.
no wonder our mail server has issues. In the meantime, the Russian is emailing to tell me about a bunch of people getting sick at an IHOP in Arkansas. First of all, they didn't get sick off the food, someone sprayed tear gas or something, and second of all...they're in ARKANSAS. He's just trying to talk me out of dragging him there by the hair Saturday morning at 6am. Sorry babe, you're going! :)
It's amazing I ever get any work done. I think I'll tell the network guy that the internet is down (yes, the entire net) and watch his head explode.
Posted by tomiandc at June 8, 2006 03:59 PM