Punciarello

As the old DoPE saying goes, "maybe it's something in the water."  Maybe it's the Diet Cokes.  Most likely though, it's just Advisor Who.  He was extra punchy today.

It was my fault for trying to be funny.  Sitting in a lunch time seminar that was starting to run over to our 1pm meeting, I emailed Who to say that I would be late, knowing full well that he was sitting across the room from me in the exact meeting.

I thought I was cool and clever by keeping a straight face as he read the email, but he called my 'bluff' by taking things one step farther.  He halted the seminar to bring it to a close, declaring "someone sitting in this room has informed me electronically that we are running over and have meetings to get to."

Moi: I didn't want you to actually end the talk right then.

Who: You're lucky I didn't call you out by name.  I almost did.

Later, I tried to score some free medical advice from Doctor Advisor Who.  Back at DoPE, Jen and I each had our own personal hierarchies of Superiors to Ask for Medical Advice (mine were Docs Nice, Query, and Whitecastle, respectively).  Here in B'more, I'm clearly still looking for the right person for the job:

Moi: Uh... how bad is it if you've had a bruise for 2 months?

Who: We would definitely need to cut off the limb.  Or face.  Depending on where it is.

Moi: OK, 'cause my erm, friend?  My friend has had this thing on the leg like this--

Who: Have you tried soap and water?  That just looks like discoloration.

Lessons learned: Never try to be fresh, or bruised, before your advisor.