IWord Mumbles

I didn't know that the printed word could be mumbled. I'm not talking about intentional font morphing or when some of the titles to my earlier blogs showed up in farsi.

With my winged things and the 11:11 going on, I joined an email group. Now I thought it was going to be agroup of 11:11ers getting together and talking about their 11's. Instead it's posts that are channeled THROUGH people and end up making me want to bang my head on the desk repeatedly. I read them. I really do. I concentrate hard but I have no freakin clue what they are trying to say. And I'm good at deciphering written mumbles. When I worked at the library the head of circulation would send out an email and you could tell when people were reading their because you would hear a "What?" Or "wha?" and, sometimes a "WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I would have to read the email a number of time to get to what I thought she was trying to say. I had gotten so good at it that no one bothered reading their emails, only waited for me to tell them what it was. This same head of circulation sent out chapters of the new circ manuals for certain people to read and tell her if the processes worked the way the manual said. And she was the HEAD of circulation. You'd think she'd know. I was one of the people to get a chapter, I always got a chapter or two, and this one time I get the chapter on Checking in Materials. CHECKING in materials EXCEPT and I know you knew this was coming... Every place in the manual where it was supposed to say CHECK IN, it read CHICKEN. Such as the bookdrop chicken, chicken from other branches and chicken from out of the system. Here a chicken, there a chicken every where a chicken chicken.

When I pointed out the error she blamed it on spell check. HUH? WHA? My spell check asks me before it corrects something, that is when I bother to use it, so I could only assume that she had a rowdy spell check that wanted to take over the library in a mad plan to conquer the WORLD!

At least chickens were funny but this 11:11 group email... Even super chicken detector me just couldn't figure it out. And I even speak pig and dog, some cat and a pinch of goat but cannot make out the 11:11ers. Maybe if they were on an ark....

So as youcan see, I have pulled myself together, stopped the pity party and am poking fun at someone else. Back to normal.