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todayiamadaisy... each showing a view of a head from the appropriate angle." That was the subject line of a spam email I received today. Sadly, the offer inside of cheap prescription drugs was nowhere near as interesting.
I wrote a long entry - a proper entry, such as I haven't made for quite some time - at lunch, only to be confounded when the internet connection at work went down for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't even email it to myself at home. Sigh. But I've saved it and will try again when I go back on Wednesday.
So I'll tell you about something else that happened at lunch instead. With our boss on holidays, we minions decided to close the office and have a quick snack at the new café around the corner. We went in and ordered and sat at a table and after a minute or so the waitress brought the hot drinks over. Now, I like to let my hot drinks cool a little before I drink them so I let my hot chocolate sit, but the others drank their coffee straight away. Then the waitress came back, took their empty cups, and returned a few minutes later with our falafel wraps. My hot chocolate was timed to perfection: it was just the right temperature when I finished my lunch. One of my colleagues looked at me enviously and said, "I wish I'd thought of that, I could do with a drink". And that's, I don't know, surprising. It felt as though the meal was timed oddly, as though the coffee was a separate course before lunch, but who is to blame: the waitress for bringing the hot drinks too early before the meal was ready, or my colleagues for gulping them down too quickly?
Coming Wednesday (work internet connection permitting): The Saga of the Beast!
I wrote a long entry - a proper entry, such as I haven't made for quite some time - at lunch, only to be confounded when the internet connection at work went down for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't even email it to myself at home. Sigh. But I've saved it and will try again when I go back on Wednesday.
So I'll tell you about something else that happened at lunch instead. With our boss on holidays, we minions decided to close the office and have a quick snack at the new café around the corner. We went in and ordered and sat at a table and after a minute or so the waitress brought the hot drinks over. Now, I like to let my hot drinks cool a little before I drink them so I let my hot chocolate sit, but the others drank their coffee straight away. Then the waitress came back, took their empty cups, and returned a few minutes later with our falafel wraps. My hot chocolate was timed to perfection: it was just the right temperature when I finished my lunch. One of my colleagues looked at me enviously and said, "I wish I'd thought of that, I could do with a drink". And that's, I don't know, surprising. It felt as though the meal was timed oddly, as though the coffee was a separate course before lunch, but who is to blame: the waitress for bringing the hot drinks too early before the meal was ready, or my colleagues for gulping them down too quickly?
Coming Wednesday (work internet connection permitting): The Saga of the Beast!