Unholy Meetings At Ungodly Hours...
It's almost midnight. Tuesday morning, I get to drag my tired ass out of bed at 6am, and by 7am be in Cambridge so a group of us unlucky store managers can drive one and a half hours out to London for a 9am meeting that will probably be interesting for about an hour and bore me to tears for the remaining six hours. Under other circumstances I wouldn't have too much issue with this: I'm getting paid to not show up at the store for one day, lunch is catered and I can dress as casually as I want, so long as I still have pants on for the entirety meeting.
It's that whole "getting up at 6am" part I'm not particularly fond about. I'm not as grumbly about mornings as Mel is, but I'm certainly not the sort of guy who just bounds out of bed at the coming of dawn, takes a deep breath and remarks, "Today is going to be so fabuloooouuuuus!"
Well...actually I would make the "fabuloooooouuuuus!" remark. Just not at 6am.
In the meantime, Shady's curled up at my feet, Chance is curled up in his favourite sleeping box on the coffee table, and Tachi is nibbling on Chance's other sleeping box in the hall. Mel is trying not to swear so openly as she attempts the 100-man marathon for
Super Smash Brothers. And I am needing to change the drives on my laptop and fire off the latest incarnation of the Confic (now 95% completed!) to Kevin so he can evaluate the comedic potential of the line, "Hotaru just gave the basilisk head."
Today's Lesson: it's a good idea to check the hours of a restaurant beforehand on an Easter Monday like today, lest you show up for coffee and discovered it's only going to happen if you break into the restaurant and commandeer the coffee machine.
posted by Phillip at 8:34 PM
