It’s not a bug, it’s a feature

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Our kitchen clock stopped working and the wife fetched from storage the clock I purchased from Ikea almost a decade ago when I was assigned temporarily in Finland. It was a pine-wood clock under the Doldis model name. It was smaller than the clock it replaced but thankfully it was still working and usable after all these years of storage.

The clock only has the hour and minute hands. The lack of the minute hands makes it not as useful when cooking. There was something else though that made me a butt of some jokes from my wife as I didn’t catch it when I bought the clock. Can you see it? 😉

Ikea Doldis Clock

We will keep using the clock. I paid good money for it and we can live with its “uniqueness”. 😀

[UPDATE] I am aware that using more than 3 Roman numerals is acceptable albeit non-standard. The clock doesn’t use that form for number 9 though. 🙂

ciao!

Ai-yay-yay-yay-yay

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Copyright still retained by Scott Adams and original image can be found here

One more inevitable thing that cannot be helped. My joining the brood doesnt help elevate my previous position. 😐

She loves me, she loves me not

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Remember that foolish game played by female teens wherein they pluck the petals of roses while alternating between “He loves me” and “He loves me not”? I found a healthy alternative when we had to trim the Malunggay (moringa) sapling in our driveway and found myself delegated to “pluck the leaves” duty. 🙂

Oh she definitely loves me

I gave up after the fifth or sixth branch. We already had enough for the Monggo guisado as well as have some extra for the other dishes that dont usually get the Malunggay treatment.

And of course she loves me. 😉

Sorry Ybi

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It breaks my heart but you we will have to wait a little bit longer. 🙁

Clamoring for attention

Leo is ecstatic. He gets to be my b*tch slave for a while longer.

chugging-along

I wish I can go home early tomorrow and setup Ybi. 🙂

NOTE: Aybi (I-vy) is short for Aybarra. All of my machines are male. My wife already has to contend being second fiddle to my machines, giving them female names would just be adding salt to the wound. 😉

Welcome to reality! A parody.

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The image below was posted in a yammer group and I felt inspired to write a parody. All resemblance to real life are imaginary. It is not meant to reflect my place of work. Now with the legalese out of the way…

welcome-to-apple

There is work and there is your life-at-work.

The kind of work that has your and your team's fingerprints all over it as documented in the metrics you worked all night and submitted 1 day late.
The kind of work that you'd never compromise on, except with that tiny incident one that we don't really like to talk about as the metrics doesn't agree with it.
That we don't expect you to sacrifice your weekend but expect you to do it anyway because we over committed and under-estimated.
You can do that kind of work here. People here think safety first, where CYA is the norm and security, as we defined it, is the top most priority.
People come here to swim in the deep end but you need a swimmer and diving certification before you can do that. And you need to sign a waiver. Afterwards we still don't let you do it because it is risky and it wasn't an activity approved by HR.

They want their work to add up to something. We don't know yet but the laws of physics say that energy is not lost so it must go somewhere. I think it becomes a paycheck or something.

Something big, at least as was stated in the executive memos. Something that couldn't happen anywhere else except for Dilbert cartoons.

Welcome to the place where dreams meet the pavement of reality. In the wipe out kind of way.

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