RPOs and popping zits

KG and I had very different days at work today.
Jimbo stopped by the cube for a chat this afternoon. He was inquiring as to whether or not I'd be interested in coming over this evening to watch him perform self-surgery on a blood clotted fingernail. I declined with regret, since that sounded pretty fun. Later today, he stopped by after having succesfully employed an office paperclip to do said surgery. I'll have to admit, his finger looked a lot better.
This lead to a conversation about our signifigant others' proclivity for popping back zits. Seems both our ladies enjoy this past time. For me, it's an occasional, short lived torture. KG does a good job. She gets all my posion out. Jimbo's gal likes to force them before they even have a head. That's brutually dedicated work.
Molius brought me a TK Pez dispenser. It makes a nice compliment to my Mikroman.
KG works for the same company that kept me employed for a good number of years. Biffdis. The wonderful world of mutual funds and financial services.
Seems they have this silly policy that if you want to open a mutual fund, you need to send in an application and a minimum of 1K. Seems fair to me. Any old hows, she told someone to reject an account application beacuse there was no check. Someone was nice enough to try calling the guy three times. They held the app for several days. Couldn't get a hold of him. So, the verdict was to write a pleasant letter of rejection, and return the application to him. This should, in theory, inform him that he failed to send a check, and allow him the oppurtunity to rectify his oversight.
Not to be. The person processing the rejection demanded a manager's approval for the rejection. The manager, excercising his MBA entitled authority, made an exception and told them to open the account. Decision made on a whim. KG, being the woman I love, baulked at the notion, and said so. As only KG can.
So, net result: The shareholder, because that's what he is now, gets a new account with no money. He can send the money whenever he sees fit. KG, she has a meeting with the Bob's tomorrow morning to discuss not the process or procedures used to make her decision, but the tone of her voice.
That's work for you.
Oh, and someone finally invented the perfect alarm clock.