Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putty (NOT safe for work)

Sigh. So let's say you pick at your nails and you have taken up Silly Putty as an alternative.

And then let's say you bring in some red and yellow neon Silly Putty and foolishly store it in the same tin as your old school light green Think Geek putty.

So lets say then you idly pick up your putty and roll it and stretch it and then you notice, you NOTICE you have green putty with stripes of neon red and yellow.

The deed is done, so you keep puttying while you program. After half an hour of pounding the putty, you look at the mass in your hand and see:

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(I know you feed readers can see after the jump, I'm scrolling down so you don't get busted at work)

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Ringing in 5769

Even though I forgot her birthday entirely, I did remember to wish Friend #3 a happy Rosh Hashanah today. It's the first day of the Hebrew year 5769 (or so sayeth Google). I've been trying to keep up with the Jewish holidays. Still, Wikipedia doesn't discern, so I don't know that Tishah B'Av isn't worth an "I'm sorry" card.  Just so other Gentiles know, we are now counting down to Yom Kippur and Sukkot. (I don't want to focus just on the religious diversity, but it's a long stretch until Auckland Anniversary Day.)

Last Rosh Hashanah I was in the break room with #3 at our ex-job, Elliot. I said to #3, "Happy New Year!" just as our HR director walked in the room.

"Merry Christmas!" the HR director snorted. No clue about the Jewish holidays. Prime HR director material.

#3 and I both found this wildly funny and we laughed all day behind the HR director's back. It's probably my favorite Rosh Hashanah memory.