Joined: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:35 pm
Bad: This year no New Year's travel - and I am even working this week.
Good: Had a fun phone-call this morning. My boss does tech-support for a specific program as well. The program is called something like My computer, but not quite (different word, no way to be confused with Windows' My computer, but I'll use this name to explain what happened).
The guy (in a thick dialect of our most distant region): I am having some problem with that program of yours.
Me: Do you mean with My Computer?
Him: No not your computer, I have my own bloody computer!
I seriously thought I'm gonna burst into laughter, it was so cute.
Bad: Because of the era we live in, everytime something like this happens, my mind goes "trolling" or "prank phone call" - eventhough sometimes it's really just a misunderstanding, as was here (he told me the name of his company later when we established what we both mean under My computer, and he was our legit client).
Good: He made my day. Great, because I didn't sleep that well, for some reason wondering about divisions of elves in Tolkien. Yes, really.
One beer to rule them all.
One whiskey to find them.
One vodka to bring them all
and in the drunkness bind them!