Whoops...Funny

So...without being too dirty here, I wanted to share this. I work in the IT department. Part of my job is to monitor how much hard drive space our servers have. For the computer illiterate that means I need to make sure there is room on the computers for people to save their files. So, I noticed today that one of our servers was very low, so I wrote up an email and sent it to the appropriate people and copied myself on the email. I proudly hit send, thinking "Man...am I on the ball today!!!" (no pun intended...you'll get that in a minute).

As I look at the email that pops into my in-box, which I had just sent to about 15 or 20 people, I notice a slight error. The subject line doesn't quite say what I had intended. My brain told my fingers to type: "Add Disk Space". My fingers decided to be funny and replaced the S with a C (and not in the word Space, but rather in the word Disk).

My stomach dropped! I immediately thought about HR coming to my office with a pink slip and a few boxes and how it would feel to be standing in line for food stamps. After that 5 second mental freak out was over, I then went through the names of the people I sent that too, and thank heavens it was only 1 woman and no major management people. I then laughed out loud at how funny that statement is, "Add Space"...that is stinking funny. Then I realized, oh crap...i need to send out another note to that same group of people and let them know I'm quite happy with....err I mean I had to email them all and apologize for that major mistake in typing.

Thankfully everyone has laughed, mostly at me, which is a huge sigh of relief. One guy came up to me and said he couldn't help me with that, only God could. hahhha. Man oh man, what a major idiot I can be...

Another funny from today...It's bathroom humor, so stop reading now if you are easily offended (as if that last story wasn't offensive enough). I went to the bathroom and the stench was just down right nasty. Too much Mexican I guess. BUT, thanks to my newest 3 year old son Cinco....through my trip to Liberia and his 4 or 5 trips a day to the throne, I was able to persevere through the hanging cloud of death and do my business. While in there, the cleaning lady knocks on the door...she's ready to clean up the place. She pokes her head in and asks if anyone is in there, which I quickly and nervously shout....Yes...SomeoneIsInHere...Don'tComeInHere!!!!!!

Be Honest now...You know that crazy nervous feeling you get when someone tries to open the bathroom door when you are in there...that "I can't quite jump up right now, so I have to shout out a garbled mess of sounds to let that person know I am in here" reaction...don't lie...we've all done it!! You end up groaning/mumbling/screeching like a rabid monkey.

Now before this lady even listens to hear if anyone is in there, she starts grumbling..."Ooooh...Good Lord...how in the world can you stand that...that is just down right nasty" and she sprayed this terrible grape/potpourrie spray stuff in the room...which stuck to my clothes. (I guess it could have been worse than smelling like the grim reaper and the death he brings) But that bad part is I still had to exit the bathroom...and now this lady thinks I have the ability to peal paint with my bodily functions...wonderful. She gave me the most disgusted look when I left.

ahhh....the things that make me laugh...I like being a boy.