One of life's eternal mysteries
Dec. 12th, 2006 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyWhy are the little tags on clothes so scratchy? Actually, why do they wait a while before they become scratchy? I've had the shirt I'm wearing now for a couple of years, and just today the tag has begun to irritate me. I really should remember to cut the tags off when I first buy clothes, or invest in some of that magic tape that covers them up. Does it really work, I wonder?
At work our merry band of four has grown to five. I know; it's just non-stop action here. As the closest thing in the office to a Human Resources department, I had the job of sitting down with New Lady yesterday and sorting out her paperwork. That's how I discovered that her birthday is 20 April. I nearly said, "Oh, that's Hitler's birthday!", but decided that that probably wasn't a good thing to say to someone I'd only just met. One, that's probably not something she would want to boast about and two, it might give her completely the wrong idea about me. I mean, she might not understand that I have a perfectly legitimate reason for knowing that (that being, it's also the birthday of an old friend, who has always been quite miffed about it from an astrological point of view).
In Bernie news, after I gently corrected his spelling of my surname today, he informed me that it was in fact I - and many generations of my family - who spell it incorrectly. He came up with several reasons why, from "But it must have had 'h' in it at some stage" to "How do you expect people to find you in the phone book?" Now, from anyone else, that could be taken as a joke, but he was really quite indignant about it.
At work our merry band of four has grown to five. I know; it's just non-stop action here. As the closest thing in the office to a Human Resources department, I had the job of sitting down with New Lady yesterday and sorting out her paperwork. That's how I discovered that her birthday is 20 April. I nearly said, "Oh, that's Hitler's birthday!", but decided that that probably wasn't a good thing to say to someone I'd only just met. One, that's probably not something she would want to boast about and two, it might give her completely the wrong idea about me. I mean, she might not understand that I have a perfectly legitimate reason for knowing that (that being, it's also the birthday of an old friend, who has always been quite miffed about it from an astrological point of view).
In Bernie news, after I gently corrected his spelling of my surname today, he informed me that it was in fact I - and many generations of my family - who spell it incorrectly. He came up with several reasons why, from "But it must have had 'h' in it at some stage" to "How do you expect people to find you in the phone book?" Now, from anyone else, that could be taken as a joke, but he was really quite indignant about it.
