This post will be short. I'm working for Sam today. I'm answering phones, mostly and filing all the papers that have piled up in the past four months. To put it most kindly, Sam is a bit more...um...chaotic with his office. He said he was desperate, he needed help and didn't want to call a temp though if I had to wager a guess I'd say he wanted me to revisit Jacob's old office.
Which I did. No comment. There are no comments to be had. Fine, it hurts. Magnificently.
There's your schadenfreude for lunch, hope you enjoy it.
Anyway, around twelve I realized I was starving. I poked around in the kitchen and came up with the following:
One mini-can of ginger ale.
One bottle of water.
One mini-pack of pringles.
One frozen burrito that had to be chipped out of the freezer door.
This kitchen used to be fully stocked with fruits and veggies and seeds and juices and other goodies. Coffee/tea always on or close to it. Jacob was always feeding people.
I did notice that if you put the ginger ale and the water together in a big glass it tastes just like club soda.
Huh.
