I Love Egg

I love Mental Floss. It's my favorite magazine, second only to Archeology. And even better they have a blog that they update every day with all kinds of interesting stories. Yesterday they had a really interesting article on 65 degree eggs (that would be Celsius). The basic ideas is that the egg will cook just fine at a lower temperature than 'boiling' and that you'll get a completely different consistency to your finished egg. The idea of a custardy egg white, and non-powdery yolk sounds really interesting. In fact the eggs sound terribly delicious. And it even sounded really easy. Even I can manage that, I thought.

Except....my oven won't go low enough.

65 Celsius is 149 Fahrenheit. And the lowest my oven will go is 170.

*cry* I really wanted to try those eggs!
(P.S. this will not keep me from trying it at 170 anyway)

Teh Qte Conquers All

So today was interesting. I had a presentation to give to a guy from Honda, all very imortant and stress-worthy, at 10:00. I went to my normal 9:00 meeting, ducked out about 9:20, set up my computer and projector in the meeting room. I pulled up my presentation, set it to slide show, and hustled back to my 9:00 meeting - still in progress.

Then about 9:45 the president of my company came up to say that his aide, the only other bilingual person in the company was sick and he needed me to translate a meeting at 10:00. My boss was a gem and said, "Don't worry I can handle the Honda meeting."

I translated the president's meeting, which was thankfully very short, and then got back to the Honda meeting. About halfway through the presentation one of the other guys in the meeting decided that the Honda guy needed to see this doucment, so he minimized all the documents, revealing my desktop, which is currently this seal from Cute Overload. This led to a joke or two, but since I'm a 'girl' it was all good. (lots of testosterone floating around)

That meeting wrapped up at precisely 12:57, and my boss and I ran for the cafeteria, but they'd already shut down. (of all the days not to pack a bento!) There's a Kroger just down the street from the plant, so I grabbed a sandwich there, and finished gulping it down just in time to grab my laptop and set up in another meeting room for the 2:00 meeting.

While my computer booted back up I went to post the daily quality results on the meeting room wall.
Boss: Don't worry about that, just get the spreadsheet up
Me: *clicks* done!
Boss: Oh. Well...put the seal back up. I like the seal.

And then of course, everyone who came into the meeting had to talk about the seal. "Hey, is that a harbor seal?" "I don't know, I just liked the picture."

The meeting went until 3, at which point I called it to an end because I had a 3:00 phone conference, again translating for the president. And that went on for the rest of the day. (These are always stressful since I just don't have the vocab for it. I was trying to translate for Jargon!boss what the bigwig in Japan is saying over the phone. 'Um, something about fact gathering, and there was a golf metaphor in there somehow.' One of these days I'm going to rant about translation work)

But happy seal makes everything better. Even my boss thinks so.