Damn Swede

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got

We’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear
Livin’ on a prayer

I’ve crossed the halfway point! It’s all downhill from here, baby.

Recently I dined at Cafe LaGuardia, a delicious Cuban restaurant in Chicago, and had this fabulous drink. It gets a little sweet at the bottom.

Mojito

2 oz. Light Rum
1/2 Lime
1 Teaspoon Sugar
Mint Leaves
Squeeze lime into chilled 10 oz. glass, add sugar and mint. Muddle until sugar is dissolved. Fill glass with crushed ice and pour rum. Swizzle until glass frosts, adding additional crushed ice and rum as needed. Garnish with mint leaves and serve with straws. You may top off drink with cold club soda, or a dash of dark rum.

No, it’s not the latest bar pickup line. What is it is frighteningly worse - office lingo. I confess, Office Space is one of my favorite movies. But, after taking a break from Corporate America, I was not adequately prepared for my reintroduction to office lingo. The most frightening being “bandwidth.”

If I were an Internet Service Provider, I would know how to answer the question. It would be 1.54 Mb. What I don’t understand, if the phrase is to be used as an analogy, what is the appropriate answer? If bandwidth is the amount of traffic that is allowed to occur between your web site and the rest of the internet, how do you say “I’m free?”

I fear there is no answer. What makes people talk differently when they step into an office?