Some I Can’t Un-know

It has just been pointed out to me that saying something like “we’re on call, 24×7, 365” makes no sense. Surely you’re just on call “24, 365”. Or maybe “24×7, 52”. This phrase pops up all the time in my job (I clean the cages of four legged animals at a zoo) and I know this will now bug me for the rest of my life career, even as I progress up the corporate ladder to two legged animals. All I can do is share my pain with others until the whole world becomes so upset that we descend into a state of anarchy and/or general grumpiness which will cheer me right up.

In other news, I’m starting a charity for children with mothers who have neck tattoos. These children need your support.