Am I a Knight Fighting Windmills? Sometimes it feels like I’ve got that sword in my hands and that I’m swinging it randomly, hitting incautious idlers…and the sword is rusty and heavy and my arms grew numb…and I don’t even know myself, what it is I’m fighting…a rather disappointing vision…hey, Mr. E.Nemy, come out into the open and let’s have fun together...Nah, I don’t want to talk of the boring stuff today…in team I dating I am not…
Last week we had this kind of conversation in the office:
Me:
-hey, guys, can somebody help me to screw the dog, please?
Them:
deadly silence…then – roar of laughter…
Someone, running out from their office:
-hey, am I missing something here, what happened?
Them, through the tears of laughter:
-Svetlana couldn’t screw her dog so we are helping her…
Me, still in blissful unawareness:
-I need to unscrew it first and then to screw it again…
Yes, things happen in this office sometimes, you know…dogs get screwed and unscrewed…ok, it was just the i-dog. I bought it for my hb’s to take it to his niece when he’ll go to Russia in December. A very cute and totally electronic puppy that can wiggle his tail, move his ears and do colourful visualisation to the rhythm of your favourite music – just connect it to your i-pod or any other player and make it happy. Once I bought it, naturally, I wanted to try it out (and who wouldn’t in my place?!) and the problem was in batteries…or in their absence. The funny sense of humor of that dog’s designers made it so that to put the batteries in, you have to …unscrew his leg. Literally. That’s how the batteries gets in – through his leg. And that’s what we’ve been trying to do…quite innocently…(bet some of you have got wrong ideas about it from the title!)
Not sure, was it just that kind of a day, but later I’ve also noticed for the first time an energy saving poster on the wall in the kitchen of the same office. It says: “don’t turn me on and then just leave me”…and the picture was of a …switch…tell me it is not me preoccupied with certain thoughts, but our office seems to be of a strange orientation recently
Last week we had this kind of conversation in the office:
Me:
-hey, guys, can somebody help me to screw the dog, please?
Them:
deadly silence…then – roar of laughter…
Someone, running out from their office:
-hey, am I missing something here, what happened?
Them, through the tears of laughter:
-Svetlana couldn’t screw her dog so we are helping her…
Me, still in blissful unawareness:
-I need to unscrew it first and then to screw it again…
Yes, things happen in this office sometimes, you know…dogs get screwed and unscrewed…ok, it was just the i-dog. I bought it for my hb’s to take it to his niece when he’ll go to Russia in December. A very cute and totally electronic puppy that can wiggle his tail, move his ears and do colourful visualisation to the rhythm of your favourite music – just connect it to your i-pod or any other player and make it happy. Once I bought it, naturally, I wanted to try it out (and who wouldn’t in my place?!) and the problem was in batteries…or in their absence. The funny sense of humor of that dog’s designers made it so that to put the batteries in, you have to …unscrew his leg. Literally. That’s how the batteries gets in – through his leg. And that’s what we’ve been trying to do…quite innocently…(bet some of you have got wrong ideas about it from the title!)
Not sure, was it just that kind of a day, but later I’ve also noticed for the first time an energy saving poster on the wall in the kitchen of the same office. It says: “don’t turn me on and then just leave me”…and the picture was of a …switch…tell me it is not me preoccupied with certain thoughts, but our office seems to be of a strange orientation recently