Things I get asked at work
/I am the CIO of a multi-billion dollar diagnostics & technology company.
If you don't know what a CIO is, that's ok. My mother doesn't either. It's shorthand for 'Chief Information Officer'. If that explanation didn't help clarify much, see the previous comment about my mother. It basically means I am responsible for IT, and all that computer and software stuff. I help automate, and create new ecommerce channels, and drive supply chain efficiencies, and new mobile apps, and other software kind of things.
Which sounds fancy. But the most typical question I get asked at work by my colleagues?
'How many pigs DO you have at home, anyway'.
One of our senior recruiters asked me that yesterday. She followed it up, sort of awkwardly with '... my 4 year old son wants to know.'
It's a hard question to answer. I have zero pigs. And one pig. And two pigs.
Zero: the number of pigs currently alive in my backyard.
One: the number of pigs buried near the woodline.
Two: the number of pigs in my freezer(s) or hanging to cure. Well. More or less. I've been working on cutting that number down lately. I just made ~18 pounds of mexican style chorizo (the soft kind you fry up with huevos for your tortilla), as the Critter pointed out that we hadn't made any in a while, and I had a lot of sausage trim ready for grinding. (That's not me in the picture above, by the way. But that's about the size of the batch I made). This weekend, I'll be making two different kinds of bacon - both English, wet cure and smoked streaky bacon.
Pigs are born in the spring, raised during the summer, and go to slaughter in the fall. Unless you're intending to keep a breeder, there's no reason for a pig to see its first birthday. You can read more about this in a fantastic book I picked up recently on the history of the domestication of pigs, Lesser Beasts.
'Er... I'm just going to tell my four year old that you'll be getting some new baby pigs in the spring.'
Wait. Come back. Why are you walking away? I am your CIO! We haven't talked about pigs feet and pork pie yet...