Oversleep. Rush out the door to get to the office for 7am.
Solve other peoples’ problems all morning. Walk up to Chinatown at 11 with some colleagues to collect masses of food for a going away party.
Stand around for a toast and a small speech, lots of smiles. Eat at our desks.
Spend the afternoon cleaning up our area: bin for shredding, desk-cleaner and paper towels, bags of garbage, broken-chair graveyard, collection of cast-aside computer peripherals.
Realize I have a new person starting on Monday, and no chair for him. Start building a chair. See a report struggling with a call, take an escalation that lasts an hour. Finish building the chair.
Eat some chocolate. Share with a colleague.
Pack up and try to leave at 5. Run into a colleague I haven’t spoken with in awhile. Sit down and chat. Realize I’m crashing as we chat.
Finally leave the office, head to the liquor store. Mill Street Sampler Pack. Stand in line, joke with clerk, walk home around 6.
Beer in fridge to cool. Cider already cold. Cold cider and the internet. Get drowsy, consider nap. Neighbours upstairs sound like they’re trying to saw through the floor. No nap, just internet.
Dinner. BBMs to distant cousins. Dancing to Bob Seger in the doorway.
Wash dishes. Try Blueberry Wheat Beer from the Sampler (yum!). Put away laundry. Contemplate cleaning dining room table. Give up.
Bed.
