Circus tricks

This week, I feel like I was shot from a cannon on Monday and somehow landed in Thursday.

I've had my usual array of idiotic moments. Today's was particularly special:

Whenever we order equipment at work, someone official has to come down and attach an "acid tab" to it. (At least, that's what I always thought it was.) It's basically a sticker, with a number on it, so we can keep track of what stuff we have. Well, today, after working here five years, I finally came across this policy written out. And it's an "asset tag". Yeah. I dunno. Too much LSD as a youngster.

The whole thing reminded me of a similar case of aural confusion years ago. The big sliding glass doors in my parents' house were always "Florida ceiling" windows to me. Until years later, I finally realized they were actually saying "Floor to ceiling", which makes a heck of a lot more sense. I had always rationalized the "Florida" part thinking, 'Well, Florida is sunny and these doors sure do let in a lot of light...'