Today has been a text book Monday. I neglected to submit a software test last week, knowing I had to get the results in this morning. I came in early to get the work done, and hopefully finish it before anyone caught wind of it. My manager, who usually turns up at least an hour after me decided to check just how early she could get to work. She was in the office before me, and I was 30 minutes early.
The network was down, and has only just come back up, at 15:00 - just before I go home. Nice.
Last week I wrote a letter of complaint to the Metro (the Metro is a free newspaper distributed on the London Underground), not to complain about them, but to rant about the chewing gum frenzy that has captured the world. They printed it this morning, which provided a good laugh on my way to work.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread,
You sieze the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white - then melts forever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm -
Nae man can tether Time nor Tide...
Rabbie Burns - The Tale of Tam O' Shanter.
What are you doing leaving exerpts from Tam O'Shanter as a comment here? You know that I now have to embark on a study into Rabbie, why he wrote Tam O'Shanter, why you left the reference where you did, and why you chose the exerpt that you did.
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