Hossenfeffer

No one particular favourite.

Last night it was a nice kielbasa sausage. The night before that it was some very ripe Cambozola with some Carrs table water biscuits. The night before that it was a toasted ham and tomato sandwich. And the night before that was a cocktail of various breakfast cereals with milk and a drizzle of maple syrup.

Not me, but about 4.5 hours including half a day of induction. The company I worked for did a lot of crunching data in Excel and producing reports based on that data. This girl started, did her half day induction (“fire escapes are here”, etc, etc) then was assigned to me to work on a project. I sat down with her for about an hour and a half and talked her through the easiest part of the project that I wanted her to work on. She nodded, said she understood, then asked what the process for quitting was.

I’ve no idea how she got hired because she said she had been expecting the job to be mostly creative, not working with data, and that it didn’t interest her at all.

Late to this party, but it’s a three-fer…

I was on the tube (London subway) heading across London to catch a train to meet up with some friends.

I was a bit distracted so only noticed we were at the stop I needed to get off at after we’d been there for 30 or so seconds and the warning beeps had started.

#1. I darted for the doors which closed when just my head was through.

#2. The driver admonished me over the intercom: “Can the idiot with his head in the door pull it back so we can proceed.”

#3. (Delayed). The tube is fucking filthy. As were the doors. Which had left black marks down the sides of my head and neck which I didn’t discover until three hours later when I finally reached my destination and my friends told me.