September 12, 2003

and the beat goes on

Sigh

Am finally finished with Deadline of Monster Proportions. Have worked a sixty-something hour week and slept v. little for fear of disappointing Highest of Higher Ups. Is a yeller, that one. But so far, have not been yelled at... to the relief of this gal.

Two glad-to-be-finished margaritas later, am feeling quite sleepy and absolutely retarded.

Quick! Fish! Do simple math to save the lives of this group of small children!

Uhhh... um, well, I...

Indeed. Just that retarded.

Posted by This Fish at September 12, 2003 01:59 PM
Comments

Hmmm,

Congrats on the deadline. Trying to imagine
what kind of math would save the lives of
small children. Umm, seems like it must have
something to do with Otter Pop doseage?

Posted by: SD_Surf at September 12, 2003 03:52 PM

Here's one:

How many moles of NaOH must be mixed with this 3.8 molal solution of HCl, so that when I spray it on this group of small children, they will be safe, rather than burnt ugly?

Posted by: Gopi at September 12, 2003 04:31 PM

Glad you made your deadlines, must be such a relief. Margaritas sound well deserved..good for you.

Posted by: Drowning Fish at September 13, 2003 11:09 AM

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Posted by: Agatha at September 13, 2003 04:01 PM

I can't imagine working somewhere where someone would be yelling at anyone.
Aren't there Human Rights Codes that employers have to follow?

Posted by: radmila at September 14, 2003 10:41 PM

Helping small children is great. For starters, don't let them drink margaritias.

Posted by: Texas T-bone at September 15, 2003 12:05 PM