tales from an ordinary world
1999-01-04
I'd been putting on a brave face about going back to work today - I could have easily let it ruin my last few days of holidays thinking about what I'd be going back to. So I mentally slapped myself around the head for a while, and tried to think about all the things I was going to get done on Monday, dammit. Surprisingly, it kinda worked - I got in perilously early, as usual (after all, you can get so much more done in the mornings, before 9am when everybody else arrives), and managed to get a useful amount of stuff done.
I should, of course, shovel the previous year's worth of Post-It notes off my desk and into a drawer - I'm a Post-It note fiend. Most people would just ask me "you use a computer, what are you using paper for ?" But they just don't understand the Zen of Post-It notes - especially the teensy-sized ones, which seem to be Just Right for capturing those ever-so-important nuggets of information. Here in education-land, though, we only get the standard yellow Post-It notes, as opposed to the nifty fluorescent coloured ones I used to have back in corporate-land during my previous job. But one just soldiers on...
Being the first day back at work, it was imperative that we had lunch at the pub, even though we had to leave one of our brethren behind - he'd caught some gastro thing over new year's eve, and wasn't up to eating anything beyond Saladas. The Christmas decorations were still up, but the Jovial Grey-Haired BartenderTM wasn't around. This probably explained why the younger (and slightly more hip) bartenders had tuned the radio to JJJ rather than Fox-FM or whatever crap's usually playing. The rest of the pub experience, though, was the same as usual - the beer, the food, the people, etc.
