Our man in Japan
Got confused and rocked up to work 2 hours early...made coffee, talked smack, something didn't feel right and then it clicked. I live close by so figured I'd fuck off home and just come back at the right time. But then I figured it's hot and it's windy and fuck going home etc I'll just hit up a nearby cafe for a brew and the paper and the internet and being a jerk. Well this gives rise to a few little things I hate:
- I ate a really shit $5 pizza from little caesar on the way to work because I was in an epic rush to get there on time and be fed for the night. It was a really shit pizza and 2hrs was more than enough time to whip up some of the treats I picked up from the grocery store this afternoon...roast pork loin and veggies was the dream. Alas porky shall have to wait.
- The coffee I made at work was about 400000000002 times better than the coffee I just paid to drink. Coffee making isn't difficult, how can one of the most popular cafes in town fuck it up so regularly?
- Today is hot, humid, and windy. Somehow all of my least favourite weather conditions rolled into one! So I didn't really save myself any sweat by not heading home. I'm sweating just sitting still.