coffee

Monday, September 1st, 2008 02:24 pm
caddyman: (opus anxious)
I really fancy a cup of coffee, but I am in a sort of limbo. I am scheduled to have a meeting at 2.30 with a chap from Communications Directorate to talk him through the specifics and vagaries of the housing revenue account and housing revenue account subsidy. We agreed to a half hour chat over coffee, though I wanted an hour, thinking two might be more useful. It’s a complex subject. Anyway, we will need coffee to get us through it; or rather he will need it to keep awake – complex it is, dryer that a Pharaoh’s sock, too. I’ll need the coffee to keep my vocal chords from drying out.

The thing is, this is the third attempt to have this meeting – the poor sap has no policy background in the area, but is the communications officer in charge of briefing the media. Each time we have tried to do it before he has had to cry off. I begin to wonder if his continued silence betokens further delay.

I like talking about the system; it’s like work but more fun.

I really want a coffee though. Will it be my own insta-caff, or will I get a proper coffee from the canteen?

coffee

Monday, September 1st, 2008 02:24 pm
caddyman: (opus anxious)
I really fancy a cup of coffee, but I am in a sort of limbo. I am scheduled to have a meeting at 2.30 with a chap from Communications Directorate to talk him through the specifics and vagaries of the housing revenue account and housing revenue account subsidy. We agreed to a half hour chat over coffee, though I wanted an hour, thinking two might be more useful. It’s a complex subject. Anyway, we will need coffee to get us through it; or rather he will need it to keep awake – complex it is, dryer that a Pharaoh’s sock, too. I’ll need the coffee to keep my vocal chords from drying out.

The thing is, this is the third attempt to have this meeting – the poor sap has no policy background in the area, but is the communications officer in charge of briefing the media. Each time we have tried to do it before he has had to cry off. I begin to wonder if his continued silence betokens further delay.

I like talking about the system; it’s like work but more fun.

I really want a coffee though. Will it be my own insta-caff, or will I get a proper coffee from the canteen?
caddyman: (Default)
Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.
caddyman: (Default)
Today is going to be a real swine to get through. I am just about to have my third coffee of the morning – in fact I am seriously thinking about wandering out to Starbucks and buying something with enough caffeine to give me heart palpitations.

Suffice it to say that I am tired – bone weary tired. After the power cut was over last night, even with the fan blaring away it never got cool, just less warm. There was no decent thunderstorm, just a brief spattering of rain, enough to ramp up the humidity levels a notch further.

I am sick of it. I got the joke weeks ago and it’s not funny any more. Roll on the autumn (but that's two months away).

The hot weather is causing tempers to fray, too. People are sullen and offhand and quick to take offence for the merest hint of a sleight even where one was clearly not intended. It won’t be long before there’s a good old fist fight out on Victoria Street, or around one of the tube stations (though the intense heat on some of the lines, particularly the Victoria Line may militate against this).

Now I am as placid a fellow as you could hope to meet as a rule, and even I am liable to get snarky over the most pointlessly inconsequential of things at the moment, particularly if there is even the merest hint of dehydration. The upshot is that I really don’t want to deal with any of our ‘stakeholders’ on the phone for fear of a sarcasm overflow. At least when writing I can edit my words, but verbally, my idiot filter is clogged up and not likely to work properly again until after I have had a long night’s sleep, which in itself looks to remain unlikely until the temperatures drop a considerable number of degrees for a prolonged period. I really envy [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle’s magical ability to doze off at the drop of a hat.

Duvets and coffee

Monday, May 29th, 2006 02:27 pm
caddyman: (Default)
There has to be a better and easier way of changing a duvet cover than donning a safety helmet, miner's lamp, crampons and safety rope and then tunneling inside it dragging the duvet with you.

Still, it's done now, and no canaries died in the making of the bed.

Now I have to change my shirt. I dug out my England cricket shirt for the first time since last summer. I put it on, looked proudly in the mirror and splodged a great dollop of coffee down the front.

Bah.

Duvets and coffee

Monday, May 29th, 2006 02:27 pm
caddyman: (Default)
There has to be a better and easier way of changing a duvet cover than donning a safety helmet, miner's lamp, crampons and safety rope and then tunneling inside it dragging the duvet with you.

Still, it's done now, and no canaries died in the making of the bed.

Now I have to change my shirt. I dug out my England cricket shirt for the first time since last summer. I put it on, looked proudly in the mirror and splodged a great dollop of coffee down the front.

Bah.

I demand caffeine

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 11:25 am
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I nearly slept through Euston this morning, which would have been embarrassing. Since I moved to the Athenaeum Club I have not missed a stop on the Tube through tiredness, but this morning was nearly the first. One Starbucks’ latte with an extras shot, and two standard coffees later, I still just want to go to sleep. To add to the fun, I left my glasses at home together with the various cold remedies I acquired yesterday (except for the Olbas inhaler).

It’s going to be a long day; I need to get to sleep earlier tonight.

The Monster is arsing around again, though I can’t bring myself to care and tonight, instead of watching the European Cup Final, which I should rather have liked to have seen (I missed last year’s classic wasting my time and money enduring the last Star Wars movie), I have committed to going to this ukulele orchestra thing found by [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim. I hope I can stay awake. I believe the aim is to meet himself and [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle somewhere in Camden Town, an area with which I am notoriously unfamiliar and go to a pub. Tiredness, alcohol and a lack of area knowledge conspire to make me less than confident of my ability to arrive on time, pay attention or even stay awake. We shall see.

Oh well. Back to work: let’s see if I can think of a fourth way of saying the same thing to keep the Monster happy; another redraft. Oh joy.

I demand caffeine

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 11:25 am
caddyman: (Default)
I nearly slept through Euston this morning, which would have been embarrassing. Since I moved to the Athenaeum Club I have not missed a stop on the Tube through tiredness, but this morning was nearly the first. One Starbucks’ latte with an extras shot, and two standard coffees later, I still just want to go to sleep. To add to the fun, I left my glasses at home together with the various cold remedies I acquired yesterday (except for the Olbas inhaler).

It’s going to be a long day; I need to get to sleep earlier tonight.

The Monster is arsing around again, though I can’t bring myself to care and tonight, instead of watching the European Cup Final, which I should rather have liked to have seen (I missed last year’s classic wasting my time and money enduring the last Star Wars movie), I have committed to going to this ukulele orchestra thing found by [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim. I hope I can stay awake. I believe the aim is to meet himself and [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle somewhere in Camden Town, an area with which I am notoriously unfamiliar and go to a pub. Tiredness, alcohol and a lack of area knowledge conspire to make me less than confident of my ability to arrive on time, pay attention or even stay awake. We shall see.

Oh well. Back to work: let’s see if I can think of a fourth way of saying the same thing to keep the Monster happy; another redraft. Oh joy.

the zen of coffee

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006 10:58 am
caddyman: (Default)
After the fun of Sunday night, I slept the sleep of the just last night. Other than a quarter hour period around 4am where my bladder threatened to do the tango if I didn’t do something about it.

Hmmm. On reflection, you probably didn’t need to know that. Just re-read it out loud, syllable by syllable, from right to left and it will magically disappear from your consciousness. Or summon up a denizen from the underworld. Either way will take your mind off it.

Last night’s gaming session proved to me yet again, that of the members of the Athenaeum Club, I am the only one who understands the concept of the filter coffee. Because I was busy faffing around up in The Tower, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim made the pot of coffee (which I ended up drinking almost in its entirety; we’re going to have to rethink the logistics of the coffee pot now [livejournal.com profile] forbinproject and [livejournal.com profile] jfs have left the group).

We have entirely different philosophies concerning the bean of the coffee bush. The good Colonel likes to take it weaker and sugar sodden, but in industrial amounts. Myself, I prefer it without sugar, and a little less frequently, but with enough coffee in the cup to enable me to walk the ceiling.

Thus it was that I found myself adding instant coffee to every mug I poured myself from the coffee pot to bring the flavour and caffeine quotient up to optimal levels. This does mean, of course, that I have to concentrate on such things as punctuation and even spaces between words.

But hey, coffee.

the zen of coffee

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006 10:58 am
caddyman: (Default)
After the fun of Sunday night, I slept the sleep of the just last night. Other than a quarter hour period around 4am where my bladder threatened to do the tango if I didn’t do something about it.

Hmmm. On reflection, you probably didn’t need to know that. Just re-read it out loud, syllable by syllable, from right to left and it will magically disappear from your consciousness. Or summon up a denizen from the underworld. Either way will take your mind off it.

Last night’s gaming session proved to me yet again, that of the members of the Athenaeum Club, I am the only one who understands the concept of the filter coffee. Because I was busy faffing around up in The Tower, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim made the pot of coffee (which I ended up drinking almost in its entirety; we’re going to have to rethink the logistics of the coffee pot now [livejournal.com profile] forbinproject and [livejournal.com profile] jfs have left the group).

We have entirely different philosophies concerning the bean of the coffee bush. The good Colonel likes to take it weaker and sugar sodden, but in industrial amounts. Myself, I prefer it without sugar, and a little less frequently, but with enough coffee in the cup to enable me to walk the ceiling.

Thus it was that I found myself adding instant coffee to every mug I poured myself from the coffee pot to bring the flavour and caffeine quotient up to optimal levels. This does mean, of course, that I have to concentrate on such things as punctuation and even spaces between words.

But hey, coffee.

Office foliage

Monday, February 13th, 2006 10:30 am
caddyman: (Default)
The world’s most miserable tree has appeared in our office by the window. It’s a tree because it is indoors, outside it would be a sapling.

Now a healthy tree has a canopy that literally blocks out the sun. Even a young tree has a healthy covering of leaves if not as impressive a set as a mature specimen. This sad little thing has a single leaf for every foot of branch, and most of them are yellowy green rather than a good, rich green.

A little later when no one’s looking, I am going to give it a cup of coffee. That’ll perk it up.

Office foliage

Monday, February 13th, 2006 10:30 am
caddyman: (Default)
The world’s most miserable tree has appeared in our office by the window. It’s a tree because it is indoors, outside it would be a sapling.

Now a healthy tree has a canopy that literally blocks out the sun. Even a young tree has a healthy covering of leaves if not as impressive a set as a mature specimen. This sad little thing has a single leaf for every foot of branch, and most of them are yellowy green rather than a good, rich green.

A little later when no one’s looking, I am going to give it a cup of coffee. That’ll perk it up.
caddyman: (Default)
Having pretty much dozed my way to work on the oven Tube, I can now feel my cells slowly inflating as I drink the first office coffee of the day. It is the unique combination of coffee, air conditioning and New York style sandwich that wakes me up at work. The same coffee at home just doesn't do it, oddly enough. But then I suppose there is less incentive to wake up at home when lolling around in a trance, listening to the radio is a perfectly viable alternative.

The more observant of you out there, gentle readers, may notice that I have succumbed at long last to the use of something other than the original LJ standard style S1. This was not because of any overwhelming need for change on my part, merely a feeling of narkdom on finding that none of my carefully inserted tags was worth the paper it was written on1 under the old style.

So. Change. Inevitable, I suppose. But it brings more change in its wake. For now I look at the lay out and start wondering what if...?

If I disappear offline for a few days or weeks, you will know that I have accidentally folded reality whilst tampering with things man was not meant to knowTM2.


1Once again, written language fails to keep up with technology, and the more accurate,'not worth the cyberspace it's stored in' just sounds posy.

2The LJ style system. Do try to keep up.
caddyman: (Default)
Having pretty much dozed my way to work on the oven Tube, I can now feel my cells slowly inflating as I drink the first office coffee of the day. It is the unique combination of coffee, air conditioning and New York style sandwich that wakes me up at work. The same coffee at home just doesn't do it, oddly enough. But then I suppose there is less incentive to wake up at home when lolling around in a trance, listening to the radio is a perfectly viable alternative.

The more observant of you out there, gentle readers, may notice that I have succumbed at long last to the use of something other than the original LJ standard style S1. This was not because of any overwhelming need for change on my part, merely a feeling of narkdom on finding that none of my carefully inserted tags was worth the paper it was written on1 under the old style.

So. Change. Inevitable, I suppose. But it brings more change in its wake. For now I look at the lay out and start wondering what if...?

If I disappear offline for a few days or weeks, you will know that I have accidentally folded reality whilst tampering with things man was not meant to knowTM2.


1Once again, written language fails to keep up with technology, and the more accurate,'not worth the cyberspace it's stored in' just sounds posy.

2The LJ style system. Do try to keep up.

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