HAPPY PI DAY!

As you may or may not be aware, tomorrow, March 14th, is Pi Day. For those less enthusiastic in the science realm, a little explanation: The date tomorrow: 3/14.
Pi: 3.14.
Last year a professor and I started a department-wide celebration. I made flyers. We were going to celebrate Pi Day with STYLE!
I went down to Village Inn (called in an order in advance) and picked up 40 pies of all assortments. We had a big party in our conference room starting at noon and going till 1:59 (Pi is 3.14159). Well, sadly enough, within 35 minutes every last crumb of pie had disappeared and we still had an hour to celebrate!
(never underestimate the power of a starving student)
One of our newer and quite eccentric faculty members had made up a Pi song. Well, it's basically singing the numbers of Pi to 30 decimal places, to the tune of "America" from West Side Story. What a riot!!
THIS year, we are out-doing ourselves. We are not limiting the bounds of Pi Day to just dessert pies. Oh no. Along with 40 dessert pies we are also ordering 35 pizza pies. WHAT A PARTY! So tomorrow, we will celebrate with all our Nerd Pride. Perhaps some pictures will be posted later...

Blog tag?

I guess I got tagged... ? Who knows what that is. I'm SO not blog-savvy. Oh well. Here goes.

• Link to the person that tagged you.
• Post the rules on your blog.
• Share 6 non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
• Tag 6 random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
• Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

1. I have a built-in mood-detector to let you know how I'm feeling. It is completely uncontrolable, but I have a ginormous birthmark on my forehead. When I am stressed or frustrated it turns bright red. When I am cold it turns purple.
2. Last Thursday I literally had to lay down on my bed to get my jeans zipped up. Watch out Belize, here I come. :-(
3. Compared to all other Sudoku sites in the Universe, I find the USAToday Online's Sudoku the best. Although it's electronic, it has a feature to let you annotate numbers of possible answers in the boxes. MMMMmmmm.
4. Perhaps one of the stupidest things I hear people say, and is my greatest grammatical petpeeve, is when people say "I could care less". What they really mean to say is "I couldN'T care less". If you tell someone that there are other things you DO care less about than what they're talking about, isn't that a compliment?
5. I will not be tagging 6 other people. Not only do I not know 6 people with blogs, but I am also an advocate for The Stop to Chain-Mail or Bulk E-mails.
Yes, for all you pathetic people that forward on e-mails with pictures of babies dressed up like flowers with life-motivating stories and slogans, the buck stops here.
6. Every night since 9-11 I have watched Sabrina (the newer version with Harrison Ford) while going to sleep. When you quote a movie, people say something about "Oh, seen this movie a couple times before?" and everyone has a quick laugh.
No, in all reality, I have infact seen this movie nearing 1,000 times.

Am i done yet??

A FAIR WARNING

Be wary of men who use "lol" in daily communication; beit e-mail, texting, or verbally.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

Kids Say the Darnedest Things

Every week or so, I get to take my neice and nephew to lunch. More specificly, to the "Fry Store". My nephew loves fries. I think he thinks they are their own food group.
I just got back from lunch with the chill'ens, and it was a great time as always. This specific fry store is very friendly when we go. When the kids are done with their meals, someone always comes and asks if the kids would like Courtesy Cones. Oh heck yah. Who can say no to free icecream?
At any rate, the Fry store we went to today was kind of on the scetchy side of town. Run-down houses, midget-prostitutes, boarded up windows... you know the place I'm talkin about. Along with the scetchy location of the store, was the scetchy employees. I'm not saying anything about their character at all, just their appearances. Hydrogen Peroxide blonde skunk hair, leathered and sunken drug-enduced faces. All very nice. At the end of our meal today came a friendly lady to ask us if we wanted our Courtesy Cones. I should note that my nickname for this lady, politically incorrectly, is Snaggletooth McWolfenfang. ... Nuf said.
After she turned around from so sweetly giving us our free icecream, my three-year-old nephew says at the top of his lungs, "WHY COME DAT LADY HAVE BROKEN TEETH?"

BATMAN RETURNS!

As a post-log to my previous post regarding my supervisor the swindler:

I called HR to ask what I should do about the situation. They told me the proper chain of command to follow, and I confided in the Chair of the Department. He was oddly very excited because they were looking to make paperwork against her (she's not the most cheery person).
They all had a meeting and the chair confronted her about her payroll reporting. She snapped. She screamed that it was none of my business and was saying that she wanted to file a grievance against me. The chair declined, nicely stating that she was crazy, and also noting the guilty behavior. Given, if someone came to me and said "We're suspiscious of your timecard reporting, so we're just going to look in to it a little", I would feel hurt, but not in denial. Fine with me. I'm honest, so you can look, but you won't find any discrepancies. Quite the opposite statement when you scream and try to put the blame and focus on an innocent by-looker.
At any rate, after a few days of meetings and meetings and meetings, they have revoked all of her managerial duties, rights, privileges, etc., and have put those responsibilities on a different staff member. She is now required to document every hour she is not in the office, the reason, and how she is going to make it up.
My new manager is a peach, but I still work in the same room as the old manager. She is very hostile to me and for the most part gives me the silent treatment. Which I really don't mind.
Since then, I have had multiple staff and faculty members coming to me and telling me how much they appreciate what i've done. I feel like Dorothy, getting swarmed by little munchkins after dropping a house on a witch.
Thanks for your support and comments friends and family!

Little People, Big... Mouth?

On Saturday I made quite a slew of mistakes. The first one was going to Costco on a Saturday. :-S The hustle and bustle drives me nearly to a full-blown panic attack.
The second mistake was entirely something to be shown on some late-night sitcom. Too bad Seinfeld isn't still around...
As I was making my way back to the frozen food section, I had to meander through the free sample tables. Most of them aren't appetizing to me at all... Clam Chowder, Vitamin suppliments, etc. But as I turned a corner, I saw a Costco man sitting at a table for those Hilshire Farms Li'l Smokies things. I love those things. I got all excited. I could feel my eyes grow wide and I made one of my happy noises. Almost too loud for a Costco on Saturday, I exclaim "I LOVE LITTLE WEINERS!!"
Almost as suddenly as I had said it, I noticed that the man sitting at the Li'l Smokies table wasn't sitting at all. He was actually standing. He was a midget.
I furiously blushed and felt terrible, hoping that the Little Man hadn't heard my audible interjection.
But then I thought, "That's not my fault! Who's idea was it to use a Little Person to promote Fun-Size entities?"

BATMAN BEGINS?

Over the past few months I have had a sneaking suspicion that one of my supervisors hasn't been completely honest on their time card reporting, namely regarding vacation hours.
So a little snooping in my databases led me to discover that this past pay period (covering the Christmas Break), she reported 7 hours vacation although she had taken an entire week and a half off.
I fear my work environment has turned into Gotham City with crooked politicians and leaders. If I try to do what's right and expose the crooks, what retaliation can the leaders have against me? Namely, can I lose my job?

Mama Jean

This is my mom number two. When I say that, people ask "Oh, is your original mother deceased?".
No. She's very much still here. It just took two mothers to raise me.