A pointy-haired manager moment...

About a month ago, my whole team was consolidated into one floor in a new building.

It was quite nice really. We all have reasonable sized cubicles, lots of natural light, plenty of Coke (Coca-Cola... :) in the fridge and good views from the windows.

As is reasonably natural with new floors, there were a few issues with furniture and so forth.

One of the issues was that I was the only person who did not get a name tag on his cubicle.

For a while, I thought "Fine, I'll just wait". Eventually, though, I got tired of waiting and called our company help desk asking for a name plate.

As it turns out, because of the furniture in this building, they had run out of the kind we had on the floor and had no way of getting more. I got a very nice phone call from our people in the admin area explaining this and saying they would figure something out.

So - good, right? I was cool with that, I thought something would happen eventually.

Imagine my surprise when later that day, I get a nice new shiny nameplate for my cuby. This is cool, I thought. Then, I started looking around - and all the other nameplates were gone.

So, with one "pointy-haired manager moment" I managed to get rid of all the nameplates for everyone else and I'm the only one left with one.

I love big companies :)

A bee in the bonnet

A couple of weeks ago, we went to my nephew and niece's for a barbecue and some firepit time with the family. It was quite the nice day in Calgary, perhaps a bit cool, but it did seem that summer had arrived.

They have a lovely area to eat outdoors, a shaded area built off their garage, so no one has to be ravaged by the bright sun or other slightly inclement weather. However, it appears that a few bees had decided that this area was just the right place to build a nest.

This was no issue while we were visiting, but after we started eating, a couple of the bees must have decided we appeared quite floral.

My wife, luckily, is not allergic to bee stings. As I am, I had sat as far away from the bees as possible.

Once the bees started coming near, they seemed to highly favour her, buzzing around her face and hair. Naturally, not being a fan of painful stings in the face, she would freeze, close her eyes and make herself as small (and cute) as possible. Luckily, these were the big bumble bees which don't sting, so she was in no danger, it was just a bit frightening.

After about 5 episodes of this where she was the only target, one of the other guests said "It must be that you smell good to them. What shampoo do you use?". At the same time, the latest bee was frolicking about my wife's head.

In a tiny voice, with eyes screwed shut and scrunched down as small as she could be, she replied "Bumble and Bumble....".

What this is about

A couple of years ago - I didn't have a blog and didn't want one. Now I have multiple ones, each with a different focus.

The focus of this one - well - perhaps "no focus" would be the right answer. Probably more of a "random thoughts, random stories, random feelings" kind of blog. Sometimes it will be a funny story, sometimes just what's happening in my life.