Somewhat-out-of-the-blue questions do put you off your stride sometimes (but never pull yer strides off, unless you're one of them blessedly lucky people!).
Tippetty tap type type you go on your pewter, when up pops a message box.
Colllegue: "Can you sort this datafile out?" Xymon: "No probs. Give me a minute."Xymon: "OK, all done. You can resubmit it now"Collegue: "When you edited it, did you have preserve on?"
Now, perhaps it's just me, but why would anyone be smearing themselve in jam just to take a line out of a dataset? And why ask me - in the middle of an office? I'm not going to be all nudie on the first floor by the window sending Chivers down my spine!
That said, the collegue in question was "working from home". Which means, she's probably sat at home in her pants, lathered up in marmalade with chutney up her chuff awaiting the attentions of some picallillied postman with a mustarded member.
Or something.
Of course, I di(jest), for you can't slather yourself in preserve. Jam you can, coz it comes in a can (or a jar if you prefer non rhymery based containership), but not preserve.
'Preserve' is American for "Jam in a reallly weeny plastic 'jigger' that won't cover a quarter of a slice of toast, that you nick from the coffee shop and bung in the fridge where they slide to the back and remain there for eternity."
And remember, you must never heat up your preserve, for then you have take your insect based boss for a stroll with some lice & gravel in your preserve, whilst listening to the boy from the big, bad city telling you that the jam is a tad on the overly warm side.
Anyhoo, I thought a preserve was tossing yer balls before whacking them...
