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True Irony Interacts With Coffee

WEEEELL, did I not have the best day ever on Monday! And I’m being sarcastic.

To clarify or perhaps begin, I love coffee. Good coffee is manna from heaven, and so much more. And even plastic-y instant gets me excited if I haven’t had caffiene in a while (read, more than eight hours).

So on Monday, I had to be at work at 6.30am and I dragged myself out of bed at 5.30am, moaning a little because, you know, even though it’s summer in this corner of the world, we’ve yet to have a full week of actual sun and warmth. And even though I’m up so damn early I don’t have coffee at home but rather at work, as I like to get there a little earlier just in case, and if there’s no case then I can finish waking up and sometimes also applying make-up and all that jazz, before the other people start come in.

I arrived at work at about 6.05am, even early for me. I made myself a mug of delicious plastic coffee and put it on the shelf of my desk reserved for my computer tower, a small safe, a bunch of wires and sometimes my knees. I settled, started up my computer, and promptly knocked over my untouched caffienated beverage.

Dear reader, it went errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrverywhere. Under the computer, under the safe, down the side of the desk, and onto the floor. I spent a good half hour mopping up, moving the PC, wiping it down, moving the safe, wiping it down – you get the idea. And instant coffee that is dried with the heat of the computer smells very gross.

I reach 1pm with little incident, until I return from my lunch break with another full cup.

A cup I actually finished

I know what you’re thinking.

No, I actually drank this one.

Til about it was about half.

I’m still not reeeeealllllly sure what happened, but I did try to catch it, in the hopes that I could get it upright again before it messed. Which totally explains why instead of flooding under the computer again, 200ml of (by now) cold coffee landed in my shoes.



True Irony is August

I originally meant to write something about August being Women’s Month or something. Something something something, I don’t remember what I was actually going to post anymore. But the irony now lies in the fact that I so fully intended to write this month. This was going to be my month. And (ironically) it kind of has been, but so fully not in the way I meant it to be. But I digress, because now I’m just going to spew words about these eighteen days of August I’ve just lived through.

I work at the most amazing hotel. For the past two days at work I have seen foodie journalists treated to spectacular lunches and wines and cocktails, for nothing beyond the fact that they write about delicious things and other people read their writing and we’re very keen that they write and they read respectively about us. How amazing is that? I’m very tempted to move away from… random stuff and start being a food blogger. Like this guy, who has also benefited rather nicely at times. Hey! I’m not at all saying they live a life of free food and no work, because consistent writing and consistent standards are two very important things in any journalism, but I think sometimes the perks must really be nice.

What else happened in August?

World Breastfeeding Week did, which is one of those beliefs and hobby horses, and occasional rants, that I’ve inherited from my mother.

Oh, my tattoo has healed – not that I wrote about it – and in spite of fears it would turn out blotchy, the blotchy…well, it IS, because the scab rubbed off against my jacket and/or bedsheet, but the blotchy is not very noticable. It’s kind of a kick in the face of my obsessive neurosis and/or general idea that things are going to go against me, that it actually didn’t.

I’ve also self-diagnosed myself with ADHD following a pyschology lecture I went to this morning, but we’ll see how long I can keep that up. Not like this potentially imaginary ADHD has really made an impact on my life.

Anyhow, work has really taken over my life, and I have nothing else to talk about anymore. Also, I have worn high heels for nine hours for three days in a row, so I think that deserves me a rest.

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