Thirty minutes ago, everyone at my office came to the realization that all of our senior managers and department heads were not in today and that myself and another guy were effectively the “Sr. Staff” and “in charge”.
Immediately, work came to an end, pens dropped to the desk, golf clubs and foam basketballs appeared and every computer began browsing the Internet.
I quickly found a reason for me to leave the office.
They’re the great nomads of the plateau and will often trek vast distances across these parched plains in search of oases. But when they do find paradise, they are liable to feed and drink for just a few hours and then head back to the dust for no apparent reason.” —David Attenborough, Planet Earth
Today I woke up at an ungodly hour to get into a thin metal tube and rise to an altitude that no human can breath unaided while watching a film I would have never paid money for and sipping pilfered ginger ale with curiously round ice cubes. I then sat on the side of a motorcycle track doing nothing at all except trying to keep my red flip flops from melting.
So…typical Wednesday really