Today was outrageous. The phones at the office went down around 11:30 a.m. this morning. Leaving us without any way to get incoming calls. I spend around 4-5 hours on the phone (which we could dial out on) trying to get to the bottom of the problem. Only after I had left for the day, did I get a call telling me what had gone on. It seems that since we are change our phone service to a new provider, the old one has gotten into a snit and just cut our service off prematurely. Tomorrow will be a real adventure getting it back up - which hopefully will be back up before mid-morning.
Just about closing time, Dean called. He had locked his keys in his car and I apparently had the only spare. Which I was in total denial about having - I had to come home and actually look through the spare keys to convince myself that I had it. Even then I wasn't sure that the key I had was his (I thought that it was from Walter's old GEO), but it was and he was 'rescued', and now has possession of that spare.
I had planned on going to the gym this evening with Roz, but with the trip to Sandston and needing to be home at 8 p.m. this evening to monitor a teleconference. The gym lost out, but not to worry, tomorrow is just around the corner.
Email & Newsletter Gleanings:
FBI Job Opening
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!!" The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. "This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
Just about closing time, Dean called. He had locked his keys in his car and I apparently had the only spare. Which I was in total denial about having - I had to come home and actually look through the spare keys to convince myself that I had it. Even then I wasn't sure that the key I had was his (I thought that it was from Walter's old GEO), but it was and he was 'rescued', and now has possession of that spare.
I had planned on going to the gym this evening with Roz, but with the trip to Sandston and needing to be home at 8 p.m. this evening to monitor a teleconference. The gym lost out, but not to worry, tomorrow is just around the corner.
Email & Newsletter Gleanings:
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks,interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!!" The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. "This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
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