Two recent conversations sparked by cryptic notes I scribbled on post-its:<\/p>\n
At home<\/strong><\/p>\n Mr E Man: “Cath, what’s an e-Pig?”<\/p>\n Me: “What?”<\/p>\n Mr E Man: “On this post-it, look. ‘e-Pig meeting'”<\/p>\n Me: “OH! That’s my short-hand for epigenetics”<\/p>\n Mr E Man: “Well, that’s disappointing.”<\/p>\n (I now write it as epiG instead of just epig).<\/p>\n At work<\/strong><\/p>\n Colleague: “Tuesday looks like it’s gonna be interesting”<\/p>\n Me: “Huh?”<\/p>\n Colleague: “Your post-it says ‘Replacement brain – Tuesday'”<\/p>\n Me: “…Replacement brain sample<\/em>. Arriving on Tuesday. I have to complete the work request details”<\/p>\n Colleague: “That makes more sense.”<\/p>\n In other brain-related slip-ups, I was working on a spreadsheet at the end of the day yesterday and kept mistyping “frontal lobe” as “frontal love”. In my defence, my day had started with a 6am teleconference, and it was 5pm at the time; deciding to go to the pub and finish the spreadsheet on Monday seems to have been a good call.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two recent conversations sparked by cryptic notes I scribbled on post-its: At home Mr E Man: “Cath, what’s an e-Pig?” Me: “What?” Mr E Man: “On this post-it, look. ‘e-Pig meeting’” Me: “OH! That’s my short-hand for epigenetics” Mr E … Continue reading