Another weird day at work...

Paraphrase of actual conversation:

BOSS: "You're sort of a math-guy, right?"

ME (deciding not to flaunt SAT scores): "...yes."

BOSS: "How do I figure out the volume of this cylinder? Have I written down the formula correctly?"

ME: "Um, it's not height times pi times r quantity squared; there are no parenthesis around anything. It's the radius squared times height times three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight nine seven nine three two three eight four six ...Don't look at me like that. I guess you could round it down lower."

Between that and the big expensive job that had to be redone twice, it was an interesting day. Whether it was a good day, I shall reserve judgment on till Monday, when I find out whether any blame will be laid at my feet for the redos ...although I think it will land pretty squarely on the head of the salesperson who wrote the order wrong in a couple of different places.

And my ticket is bought to go fetch Rachal back from Nashville on Friday, woo-hoo!

My wife and I deserve each other

I submit the following, from this evening's chat with Rachal:

HER: Mom is eating peeps.

ME: Has she set them up as pedestrians in a little peep city that she can ravage?

HER: no I think she is just happily be-heading the yellow ones

ME: Is she eating the torsos as well -- or are the heads the tastiest part?

HER: I don't know -- in her killing frenzy she has stopped responding.

ME: I can see her now -- sprawled on the rug in a sugar stupor, fingers twitching slightly ...a smile on her face.

HER: yellow drool escaping the corner of her mouth