I did not know that. I’m no longer sure what it is we go foraging for in autumn, I always thought they blackberry, but I’ll pay more attention this year.
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I did not know that. I’m no longer sure what it is we go foraging for in autumn, I always thought they blackberry, but I’ll pay more attention this year.
Ha, you think that's bad?
Growing up, someone in my family (don't remember who) informed me incorrectly, and for nearly 15 years I referred to black raspberries as blackberries, and red raspberries as scotchberries,
Wasn't until high school that the mistake was corrected. Turns out I really dislike the taste of real blackberries, and for years I thought that only fresh "blackberries" were any good, because real 'blackberry jelly' tasted awful to me. Would have helped to have known that I should have been getting raspberry jelly all along.
AFAIK there is no such thing as scotchberries,
Growing up, someone in my family (don't remember who) informed me incorrectly, and for nearly 15 years I referred to black raspberries as blackberries, and red raspberries as scotchberries,
Wasn't until high school that the mistake was corrected. Turns out I really dislike the taste of real blackberries, and for years I thought that only fresh "blackberries" were any good, because real 'blackberry jelly' tasted awful to me. Would have helped to have known that I should have been getting raspberry jelly all along.
AFAIK there is no such thing as scotchberries,
This is Scotch berries: https://www.salon.com/2010/08/31/black_and_blue_scotch_berries/
I once worked for a large company that would give nice little enamel pins for landmark employment anniversaries such as 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years, etc. in a big annual company meeting that included a "rah-rah" pep talk and presentation, employee of the month awards, snacks, etc. Then the economy turned sour, budgets became tight, jobs were cut, and they quit this morale-boosting endeavor altogether... at the very time when it would have been really nice to have this!
Kor
By their IPs and trace routes. And by the language in which they posted: partly Russian with perfect spelling and grammar, partially English with typically Russian mistakes. You know that prob from when you learned a second language at school: if you use a foreign language, you occasionally fall prey to "false friends" and use your native language's grammar, confuse homophones etc.
My "argh of the day" is not so much annoying but disappointing: today is my 25th office anniversary and nobody has remembered it yetUsually, there's a celebration with the bosses (all on business trips today) and a certificate.
Ah well, as long as the staff manager doesn't forget that this jubilee also means that I get 1 additional day off on top of my normal vacation...(And if necessary, I have my contract with the date on it to prove my claim.)
And nobody can hinder me from going home early today and having a little private celebration =).
I once worked for a large company that would give nice little enamel pins for landmark employment anniversaries such as 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years, etc. in a big annual company meeting that included a "rah-rah" pep talk and presentation, employee of the month awards, snacks, etc. Then the economy turned sour, budgets became tight, jobs were cut, and they quit this morale-boosting endeavor altogether... at the very time when it would have been really nice to have this!
Kor
Long service awards. I remember those. Never had one, but they were big in the early naughties.
I’ve come to identify myself as a sort of lone magpie at the organisations I join, heralding a downturn in employee benefits, an omen of pending brutal restructures.
Where ever I go, the good times stop. The company car and credit card, and the steak allowance for even the juniorest grades working away. The catering allowance for the trivial meetings, the oversea business trips. They all stop when I join the team. It begins with a lock on the stationary cupboard and a recruitment freeze, I’m the last one in, and it ends with the entire division being carved up and out sourced to India.
If you see me in your office, wearing the corporate tie, worry.
I’ve come to identify myself as a sort of lone magpie at the organisations I join, heralding a downturn in employee benefits, an omen of pending brutal restructures.
Where ever I go, the good times stop. The company car and credit card, and the steak allowance for even the juniorest grades working away. The catering allowance for the trivial meetings, the oversea business trips. They all stop when I join the team. It begins with a lock on the stationary cupboard and a recruitment freeze, I’m the last one in, and it ends with the entire division being carved up and out sourced to India.
If you see me in your office, wearing the corporate tie, worry.
Congratulations!
But... how will we know what you look like??
My avatar.
My "argh of the day" is not so much annoying but disappointing: today is my 25th office anniversary and nobody has remembered it yet
Ah well, as long as the staff manager doesn't forget that this jubilee also means that I get 1 additional day off on top of my normal vacation...
And nobody can hinder me from going home early today and having a little private celebration =).
Congratulations
We tend to do our long service awards once a year (in a group) for everytime you make five years. We don't get an extra holiday once we hit 25 anymore
, but we do get gifts of a certain amount once we hit ten years (depending on which anniversay you've just hit.
Wildly excessive food dye. Who ever started the thing whereby something with lemon flavor needs to be bright-screaming-ass-yellow, just because lemons are yellow on the outside?
Now, if it isn't Red 40 in strawberry ice cream to make it adequately bright pink, it's beet juice included because the strawberries just are not red enough.
Licorice has to be blacker than coal. If I eat a significant amount of Twizzlers black licorice, the weird dye makes the end result look so bright green that I could properly decorate the loo in an Irish pub on St Patrick's Day....
Now, if it isn't Red 40 in strawberry ice cream to make it adequately bright pink, it's beet juice included because the strawberries just are not red enough.
Licorice has to be blacker than coal. If I eat a significant amount of Twizzlers black licorice, the weird dye makes the end result look so bright green that I could properly decorate the loo in an Irish pub on St Patrick's Day....
All artificial additives are a no no. Aspartame is legal why?
With all the intolerances in the house, I’m a Firm believer in farm fresh, organic, and cooked from scratch, but that’s bloody hard to do with only four waking hours spent at home and processed food is so convenient, but why do they have to put milk in everything.
With all the intolerances in the house, I’m a Firm believer in farm fresh, organic, and cooked from scratch, but that’s bloody hard to do with only four waking hours spent at home and processed food is so convenient, but why do they have to put milk in everything.
I'm sure, but as I can't indulge in sugar, I'd prefer to have sweetener in my coffee than nothing at all.
The only thing I want in my coffee is more coffee.
Aspartame reacts in some people in much the same way as imbibing two litres of vodka followed by a profound personal affront would. It ain’t pretty.
It’s worth persevering with acquiring a taste for plain black coffee, even if just to avoid having to pop out for milk when the office runs out.
It’s worth persevering with acquiring a taste for plain black coffee, even if just to avoid having to pop out for milk when the office runs out.
I prefer milk and sugar in my coffee but if I had to I could drink it black.
Nope.
I ride public transit frequently. I am frustrated by:
1. People who wait until they get ono the bus to start digging through their pockets/purse/wallet/navel to find their bus fare.
2. People who get on the bus knowing they don't have the proper fare and have to spend an inordinate amount of time arguing with the driver and hold up the bus when some of us are trying to make a connecting route.
1. People who wait until they get ono the bus to start digging through their pockets/purse/wallet/navel to find their bus fare.
2. People who get on the bus knowing they don't have the proper fare and have to spend an inordinate amount of time arguing with the driver and hold up the bus when some of us are trying to make a connecting route.
^ Don't forget:
3. People who refuse to let the people already ON the subway train (or bus or streetcar) disembark, before forcing themselves onto the train/bus/streetcar like it's the last helicopter out of Saigon.
3. People who refuse to let the people already ON the subway train (or bus or streetcar) disembark, before forcing themselves onto the train/bus/streetcar like it's the last helicopter out of Saigon.
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