And the windows are still open at 4PM.
A lazy post-brain-surgeon day.
I thought I deserved a day off.
Which begs the question.
Off from what?
Management just said that all of our elevators “should” be replaced by Spring 2028.
That was supposed to make us happy.
Spring 2028 is the far far mythological distant future to my cohort.
It’s some sort of leptoglossus. Had a cicada up here yesterday.
Higher Management is spending money on a consultant. He is apparently developing a plan to make our dining experience more gracious. One of his ideas is that the servers, AKA high school kids, should pull out the chairs for the residents.
Sorry, Carol, I couldn’t resist turning you into a cartoon character!