Full on day at work, today.

I had a disagreement with one of the product managers, who insisted that the word "mucus" was the US spelling of the word "mucous". I pointed out that the difference between the two was grammatical, and not a US-UK English spelling variation.

The word "mucus" is a noun and is defined as "the slimy substance created by a mucous membrane".
The word mucous is an adjective, meaning "of, or covered with, mucus".

But he insisted he was right.

Then the US sales manager rang up and told us to stop using the word "mucus" when we should be using "mucous", and then the UK manager told us to stop using "mucous" when we should be using "mucus" and "what are we, idiots, or something?" and I said "yes".

And then J came by with a technical print issue relating to an unwanted black background appearing around graphic boxes.

I asked him whether he had sent the file to Frodo 2, the correct printer for printing such print jobs, and he said Yes, he had sent it to Frodo 2.

So I tested the file and it printed fine on Frodo 2.

I said, Are you sure that you printed to Frodo 2, because it's printing fine now, and he said Oh, no, I sent it to Frodo 1, not 2 and so I said Well, you need it to send it to Frodo 2 because Frodo 1 is a black and white printer that can't handle those sorts of images.

Geez. What an idiot.

This is almost as bad as that time he tried inserting CMYK tiffs into Word document, when it could only support RGB jpegs.

Sheesh.

My wife always used to ask about my day when I got home.

I hate talking about work, because it is incredibly boring and I really don't need to relive it by retelling it.

She'd get angry.

So I started telling her all the details about my job.

She no longer asks about my day.

Contractors are working on one of the toilet blocks at work because there's a bad smell emanating from them.

There's a "MEN AT WORK" sign outside.

I asked J whether he was going to the concert, but he didn't really get it.

But then, as I've already established, he is an idiot.