Two weeks ago, during what I can only surmise was a small stroke, I purchased a bottle of Hershey’s Sugar Free Syrup. I don’t know what happened; I guess I figured if I was going to ride out the apocalypse and stay keto, I might as well do it with something fun in my morning coffee.
Whatever was in the bottle crawled out slowly like toothpaste and tasted, well…like toothpaste. It did not tick any of my “fun” boxes. In fact, it highlighted quite a few of my “contagion” ones. I went back to the store a few hours later.
An email came round work this afternoon suggesting that those who could do, may choose to work from home for the foreseeable future.
Barely had the cheering died down, than there was a rumble of shoes on carpet tiles, as the assembled dedicated mass of company-focused engineers made their way to the car park, with all the decorum and subtlety of a Le Mans start.
My own crew collected their stuff and were out of there faster than a ferret up a drainpipe, trailing HDMI leads and monitors in their wake.
Whilst generally viewing as a good thing the chance to work from home, without the need to spend 2 hours a day stuck in traffic and swearing at politicians on the radio, I do have one serious misgiving about this turn of events.
I will now have to perform certain vital and unavoidable daily tasks from home rather than at work, and thus be forced to use my own supply of toilet paper, rather than the company stuff.
