The Algonquin it ain't: or "I don't like RUNNING zombies."

Fine! If that's what you really want?!

Sad to say, none of the above, Deb.

It's usually about work, or you're working as you eat.

Now how boring is that?!

So I'm looking forward to hearing from the hilarious & fascinating lunchers!

I am provoked.

Well, damn. What a pity.

We do a fair bit of debriefing and such...but that's not suitable for A2k tender ears!!!!


This morning (after Allocation) was:

The Crack in CAC


We were discussing going off to remote places to work, and comparing small aircraft/country air strips war stories.

One of our new staff (who comes from another state) won the prize.

Her agency had chartered a small plane to fly into a remote community situated on an island.

You practically sit on the pilot's lap in those tiny planes, so the team were involved in lots of lively discussion with the pilot about this and that.

The pilot was clearly having a great time because.....








wait for it.......









can you guess?...............
















He forgot to put the wheels down for landing!!!!!!!!!

As they were bellying down the runway, all thinking they were going to die.....the pilot could be heard saying mournfully: "They're going to kill me for this."

Amazingly, there were only a few scrapes and bruises, and they went on and did the work they had come to do.

This of course, led to discussion of Awful Airlines, like CAC and Garuda, and the Russian airline...(what's its name again?)

One of our doctors then happily recounted the reason why a CAC Boeing fell apart in the air, killing over three hundred, ...and it was because cracks in the fuselage were covered by a steel plate on the plane's...er....well bottom. Apparently Boeing found these planes were prone to scraping their bums a bit upon landing, and recommended that steel plates be affixed to said bum.

In this case, the nappy covered the cracks, which then migrated in flight.

This THEN led to a discussion of how much you would feel in such a situation, and whether you would be conscious until the ground smashed you to smithereens, or if you would lose consciousness from lack of oxygen.

Those about to fly off for Christmas left looking green.

I never worked in an environment that fostered such noteworthy at-work based discussions.


Dearest bunny? What do you do again... occupation wise? Listening with doe eyed anticipation!

I've just read your first two sentences and have lots to say, laughing in sorrow as I speak.

Here's just some of the lunch talk - 2 or 3 women. Subject matter changes if man joins us;
recipes
men's body types
raising teenagers
death of parents
death of spouse
pruning schedules for shrubs
men not living up to their potential
remodeling

There is a woman whom I've known from school that I at one point promoted as a new designer for us, and she was hired. We had a major tiff sometime later, and resolved it, now long time friends. However, back in the beginning,
we used to eat lunch often as a group. Her favorite conversation was about Hulk Hogan and Jesse the Body Ventura, world wide wrestling or something. Next was Disneyland, the commonality being that she liked family entertainment type things, in contrast to me who liked odd foreign movies, etc., but never got a word in. The boss seemingly was interested in all that wrestling talk too. It would last an amazing amount of time, over and over and over again. I dealt with all this by starting to bring a snack and going for a long walk w/snack, thus improving my health and mental well being while not exploding.

Alternately, my later business partner and I would go out for lunch every ten days to two weeks, had a glass of wine with it, talked about anything and everything. One time we skipped out and watched a horse race mid afternoon (we both like horses, from different points of view) at the local old timey bar.

Lunches I didn't like were back in the land arch field where purveyors of, say, sprinkler systems, would come and bring lunch for us and talk an hour. I never wanted that lunch, always presented as this great favor. Also didn't want to blow my oh so precious lunch time - what with all the extra hours I worked - when I could be out walking, when I could well enough read the material on the system and call if I had a simple question.

Ah, well, we never did get to vampires..

But it's better now!!! I have to say I just couldn't take it when I first came here.

I had never been anywhere where I was bored at lunchtime before.

I love those free-wheeling conversations.

How do they change when the mins come?

Aarrrggghhhhh.........poor you.


Vampires was a first for us, too! But I knew there was a zombie thing whispering in the background!

Imagine my surprise when Jesse the Body ran for governor (Minnesota, I think).

So...Jesse the Body had a head, too?

Apparently, though I didn't follow his career as governor..

Seems interesting -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_Ventura