I was CCd today. While it is not uncommon for me to be CCd on a correspondence, today I was CC. on a meeting.

Normally when I am CCd on a correspondence, I read the correspondence but that is all. It is for information only. However, when I am CCd on a meeting, our scheduling program requires that we “accept” or “decline”.

Now, this is a bit of a problem. Since I wasn’t actually invited to the meeting I can’t accept it nor can I decline it. And, “none of the above” is not an option. And if you try to delete the notice, the program gets all excited as if you have made some social blunder. So, the best that you can do is to ignore the meeting notice.

What the program really needs is a button that says “you are an idiot”. Thank you!

Yesterday was Cinco De Mayo so we had a special luncheon in the office.  Now, granted, we don’t have that many Spanish people in the office but it was a reason to have a party.

I made a dish with chicken breasts and chilies in a sour cream sauce.  I have made it in the past so it was requested for the luncheon.   Everyone raved about it.

I was flattered at the complements until one woman thanked me for making such a wonderful dish.  You see, she was hit by a car 2 years ago and can’t taste or smell anything.  So, she couldn’t possible have enjoyed my dish.

I guess she didn’t want to feel out of the norm so she too commented on my food.

We have an office coffee pot that gets used by just about everyone in the area. Donate a quarter and you can have a cup of Jo.

In the past, the state provided Styrofoam cups for the coffee, but with the budget crunch these are no longer available. So, to compensate for the lack of Styrofoam cups, some of our vendors have provided us with ceramic cups bearing their logos. Plus, individual staff members have donate old cups from their home. The up shot of this is that we now have a variety of coffee cups sitting by the coffee pot.

In theory, if you want a cup of coffee, you just grab one of the cups and help your self. However, since no one has been designated as the cleaner of the cups, you are best off taking your selected cup down to the bathroom and washing it yourself.

This system seems to work OK except when someone accidentally sets their favorite personal coffee cup down by the coffee pot while they are waiting for the pot to brew. They might return to the pot to fill their cup only to discover that it is gone.

And if they are lucky, they will find their cup right away. But, in all likelihood, they spend the rest of the day trying to find their coffee cup. Sometimes, cups have disappeared for over a week.

So, if you are really attached to a particular coffee cup, it is best to take a digital picture of it so that you can print in on a ‘missing cup’ poster should it become lost.

Kathy spends her free time, from early spring to late fall, trapping moles or at least attempting to trap moles. And she is very determined.

Every evening, she comes home from work and checks her traps. Some times they are sprung but empty and some times they are sprung with a mole in them. But, most of the time they just sit there.

One day, she looked out into our front yard and saw the ground moving. Knowing that the movement was caused by a mole, she ran into the garage, grabbed a hammer and charged back to the front yard. She then threw her self on the ground and proceeded to beat the ground with the hammer.

When she was sure that she had killed the mole, she stood back up. That is when she noticed the two Jehovah’s Witnesses backing slowly away from the house.

It was several years before we got another Watch Tower publication.

Once again, warm weather is upon us and once again, those ugly shoes emerge.  I fail to see why anyone would think that Crocs are attractive.  But then again, I don’t like Capri pants either.  I guess it is just me.

I think that Crocs are the ugliest things on the face of the earth.  About the best that I can say for them is that they would be great for wading into the murky water of a river if I were canoing but I certainly wouldn’t wear them out in public.

I guess they are supposed to be cool.  And, they do make a fashion statement namely, bad taste.  But, they stand as a testimonial as to what people will wear in the name of fashion.

I suppose, if I want to be cool, I’ll have to get some  pajama bottoms and some Crocs and head out to Meijer’s  (regional grocery chain) for a public displaying.