I've just been completing my "end-of-year" performance review, and found this typo from my mid-year review, describing feedback from a conference session I had given:
"all conference feedback was either 4 or 5 on 5-pint scale"
A friend of mine has a nephew who glories in being the only grandchild in the family. This is all about to change for him in December when 3 baby cousins will arrive within the space of a month. Apparently he's really going to struggle with sharing the attention, I mean
"no one likes having the limelight ripped out from under them."
Out the other night for drinks (which will become apparent) and my friend was recounting the scare she'd had with her little boy who'd narrowly escaped being seriously hurt by a falling mirror. Afterwards, she hadn't wanted to discuss the responsibility issues with the family and it had become
the pink elephant in the room that noone wanted to talk about.
The little heiress has been going to day care for all of 2 weeks when we get the note asking for donations. A couple of gems in here:
Genes for Jeans [sic] Day coming up on Friday 6th August. Wear your jeans from Monday 2nd August until Friday 6th August. Please donate for this probable cause.
We didn't have to pick her up from county jail, thank goodness.
So the Heart Foundation have this new campaign to raise awareness of heart disease in women. You can check out the details on their website:
www.goredforwomen.org.au
Okay, so it's one thing to show your support, but I'm sorry, there is no way I am letting any angry bovine insert it's cera in to my vital organs. Even if it would make me go red for women.
Picture the business meeting. The factory manager is getting increasingly frustrated with the bad news about downtime and manufacturing delays until he can hold it back no longer and lets rip with: