What’s this gray thing in my head for, if not a toy?

I had a floating holiday that needed scheduling, so I did that — use it or lose it.  Selecting December 12 arbitrarily for the occasion, I requested the holiday.  There’s a notes section, though, and it’s always dangerous to leave those unattended around me.

Notes:  Feast of Ma’arrat al-Numan – During the First Crusade, Crusaders breach the town’s walls and massacre about 20,000 inhabitants on this day. After finding themselves with insufficient food, they resort to cannibalism.

I sometimes wonder what the supervisory staff thinks when they read my leave requests.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry

5 thoughts on “What’s this gray thing in my head for, if not a toy?”

  1. Probably glad to see you go.

    “Maybe we should give him a couple of extra days…just so he won’t…well, you know.”


      1. Hmmm. Ma’arrat al-Numan. Isn’t he the ancestor of Alfred E. Newman? The one who coined the family motto “What Me Worry?” In Latin, of course.

        1. No, it was the wife of Alfred E. Newman’s ancestor — no relation to the current Alfred. She was so embarrassed by the association that she insisted on being referred to solely as “Married to Al Newman”, which time has degenerated to its current form.

  2. How embarrassing, for me. I do stuff like that on my “notes” sections too. Typically I’m more succinct, saying things like “Because I can.” But notes, you know. You can’t leave blanks in forms.

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