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A give away, oh mah gah – FREE STUFF.
Some nice people at the Grace Hopper Celebration gave away shirts. And I would like to give one to YOU. How do you get this shirt you wonder? Well, that’s a good question. Leave a comment telling me your best Internet snafu. Broad, I know. But come on! It’s a google shirt. (left is front, right is back)
I’ll tell you mine.
Once upon a time I sat with my back to the opening to my cube. BAD fung shui. Anyway, the girl across the walkway and I had been talking about that one band, that one that sings that one song. And I thought, it’s Bananarama! So, I went to bananarama dot com. It’s not a fan site. Or at least not a fan of the music band. At that exact moment my new boss walks down the hallway. I am clicking fervently trying to close the window. Each click opens a new one. Do you know how hard it is to close windows when your eyes are covered? I start yelling at my computer. My manager comes into my cube. And there are naked people on my screen. Doing stuff. Awesome. I turned my computer off.
He laughed. And did not fire my ass for surfing pr0n at work.
So, tell me your tale and you can be the proud owner of this shirt. Since it’s conference shwag the sizes were sparse. It is a XL woman’s cut. It’s cute, but I grabbed it for you. Comments close on Sunday, October 19 at 7pm MDT. Winner will be announced on Monday!
well, there was the time when i was working for one of the largest online companies in the world and was multitasking — on a conference call with a guy who was a major jerk; sending instant messages to two people on two continents about work; and sending an instant message with one of my best friends, a coworker at the time but still a friend even then. i was getting irritated by the phone call and wanted to get off, so i started im’ing my friend over what a PITA the guy on the call was. the guy on the call, being a major PITA, started IMing me AND talking to me on the phone simultaneously.
you know where this is going: i wrote that the guy was screaming at me and driving me up an effing wall. unfortunately, i wrote it in the instant message box that was his and not my friends. i heard that tell-tale “brrrring” of an IM on the phone. then silence.
then, the PITA on the conference call said: “so, i’m screaming at you and driving you up an effing wall, am i?”
uh. yup. multitasking. not. good.
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This one time, back in, oh 1963 or 1936, I can’t remember, I was busy inventing the motherboard. Except *I* didn’t want to call it a motherboard, but all those boys working on it/screwing things up said nobody would ever believe a girl had created it if there wasn’t a girly name, but Girlboard was just weird. So anyway, the first time I plugged it into the outlet, I burnt down the entire city of Chicago.
Oops.
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I think you should give the prize to the person who is obviously telling the truth.
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I had been thinking about this, and I finally remembered my absolute worst SNAFU that I still cringe over.
A few years ago when I was still new to blogging and all “golly gosh and gee willikers this is so swell!” I commented a lot more freely than I do now. Because, come on, we all love comments, right? I never left comments that were negative, ever, and I always tried to say something nice and (I thought) polite.
This one blog I read sometimes, something I just stumbled upon, was written by a mother of a little girl about the age of my daughter (under two at this point). Her little girl had some physical problems, though, and she was trying to maintain a sense of humor and perspective. She wrote a post titled something like “Let Your Freak Flag Fly” about having taken her daughter to the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia, in part to show her that there are lots of ways people can be different. I left a comment about how I loved the Mutter, and how I thought it was cool that she was modeling a “yes, you’re different, so what?” attitude for her daughter, something I also hoped to do for my kid(s).
At the time I was new to motherhood, too, and thought this sisterhood of mothers thing was the greatest community ever because no matter how different things were, we all struggle, we all love our kids and want the best for them.
Her next post was kind of flaming about how people who don’t know her sometimes stumble into her blog and post unwanted comments, and they should really eff off already, so she was going to make her blog private because you never know what kind of a-hole will stop by and think they can possibly know anything about her situation.
YIKES. Hint taken!
*sigh* I still feel awful about that.
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