OOPS

OOPS!

Before any of you knowledgeable people get all excited, yesterday’s word of the day was UDDER, not utter.  I realized my error this morning during my drive to work.  I knew that, but my excuse was brain freeze, or melt down, or I went postal.  It’s not that I can’t spell, my fingers are blind.  Just for the record, turkeys have a WATTLE not a waddle.

I had just gotten out of a meeting with three auditors from an insurance company.  The project manager, RM, in charge of repairing our stores damaged when Katrina and Rita roared through the south asked me to give these guys a crash course on what I do.  

Once I finished laughing, I did the best I could to teach them everything I know in 15 minutes.  I told RM I was gonna get even one of these days and retire.  He had to pick himself up from the floor he was laughing so hard.  He had the temerity to remind me that hurricane season for 2006 is quickly approaching.  He also made it very clear that I was his only choice to work with him on any new disasters.

If that’s my fifteen minutes of fame, I’m complaining.  I’d rather be remembered as some stupid woman who wrote, “A cow’s utter” instead of “A cow’s udder.”  At least I hope my many (2 or 3) readers got a chuckle out of it.

By the way, my nemesis, the stupid cow (no she doesn’t have an udder) has slipped on the boss’s list of top ten.  She overstepped her bounds while he went to see his new granddaughter for the first time.  She sent an e-mail to his boss stating that maybe the new “special projects” manager might be able to delve into our estimating problems.

Guess what?  Not a smart thing to do.  I knew it was just a matter of time, but oh how satisfying!  I’m getting the marshmallows ready to toast.

Tomorrow, an exposé about colors