Having a blond moment or two..

Yep - you guessed it - my brain is still in holiday mode. But my role in the office is changing again, and I'm being given one of the big accounts to look after on a semi-permanent basis, as the lass who looks after that is going on maternity leave, and may not want to take the account back immediately whan she returns...

But, despite having my out of office message on my e-mail, I'd still got 106 e-mails to deal with - and that didn't include the spam that the company's spam filtering software takes care of!

Having said that though, people have been quite bubbly - especially the Welsh contingent, who came in looking somewhat the worse for wear, as they had been celebrating the Welsh victory in the Six Nations, and me? Well, I just tried to keep a low profile, as there were several comments aimed at me, simply because I support Scotland...

I also managed to make my line manager feel guilty, as he came out with a comment about booking his heart attack for a given time this afternoon... I just quietly said that the comment was rather tasteless, as that was how I'd lost Dad.. So far this afternoon, he's been really nice to me... Amazing what some emotional blackmail can do!

On a different note, I'm still getting jokes sent to me, and Bubba strikes again!

Bubba applies to Wal-Mart


An office manager at Wal-Mart was given the task of hiring an individual to fill a job opening. After sorting through a stack of resumes he found four people who were equally qualified. He decided to call the four in and ask them only one question. Their answer would determine which of them would get the job.


The day came and as the four sat around the conference room table the interviewer asked, "What is the fastest thing you know of?"


Acknowledging the first man on his right, the man replied, "'A THOUGHT.' It just pops into your head.

There's no warning that it's on the way; it's just there. A thought is the fastest thing I know of."


"That's very good!" replied the interviewer. "And now you sir?" he asked the second man.


"Hmm.... let me see. A blink! It comes and goes and you don't know that it ever happened. A BLINK is the fastest thing I know of."


"Excellent!" said the interviewer. "The blink of an eye, that's a very popular cliché for speed."


He then turned to the third man who was contemplating his reply. "Well, out at my dad's ranch, you step out of the house and on the wall there's a light switch. When you flip that switch, way out across the pasture the light in the barn comes on in less than an instant. Yep, TURNING ON A LIGHT is the fastest thing I can think of."


The interviewer was very impressed with the third answer and thought he had found his man. "It's hard to beat the speed of light" he said.


Turning to Bubba, the fourth and final man, the interviewer posed the same question.


Old Bubba replied, "After hearing the three previous answers, It's obvious to me that the fastest thing known is DIARRHOEA."


"WHAT!?" said the interviewer, stunned by the response.


"Oh I can explain." said Old Bubba. "You see the other day I wasn't feeling so good and I ran for the bathroom. But, before I could THINK, BLINK, or TURN ON THE LIGHT, I had already sh.. in my pants."


Old Bubba is the new "Greeter" at the Lake Ellsinore Wal-Mart.

Suppose I'd better get on with some work...

Back tomorrow if I get chance!

Karen.


Don't let the b'stards get you down