How to waste time as if you meant it...
Friday, April 4th, 2003 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanConsider this an update to my early morning whine.
Having dragged myself out of my pit over an hour and a half earlier than normal (you have to make allowances for the rush hour, you see), I wandered into the training suite at 9.25 am armed with a Starbuck's grande latte - that is to say frothy milk coffee. And expensive it was too.
They make a big thing about their fair trade coffee, and that's something I'm quite happy to support - what price a cheery farmer in Java? - except that I have sneaky feeling that fair trade does not include my end of the transaction. Oh well.
Anyway, I sat at the computer in the training room while the tutor did arcane things to a projector. There was some inventive and highly stylised cursing under her breath as it became apparent the machine was playing up (It's a continuation of the 1 April affair as far as I understand it).
So I started to read my paper.
A little while later, when I got fed up with that, I played a couple of games of freecell then I tried unsuccessfully to log onto the web. So I played a few games of minesweeper. Still unable to log on to the inter-web after more games than any sane person should ever play in one sitting, I looked round to see the tutor still doing things to the projector. Except that now she had an audience and a retinue of devoted but equally ineffectual acolytes.
I came back to the office at 10.30 - one hour's worth of working day in the bag and no course.
But I do have the course notes. Which is nice.
Page 1: To be read in conjunction with slides 1 and 2.
I have just received an email rescheduling the training session for next Friday afternoon - deep in the graveyard shift.
I expect I shall have to visit Starbucks again, and make another Javanese farmer very happy.
Having dragged myself out of my pit over an hour and a half earlier than normal (you have to make allowances for the rush hour, you see), I wandered into the training suite at 9.25 am armed with a Starbuck's grande latte - that is to say frothy milk coffee. And expensive it was too.
They make a big thing about their fair trade coffee, and that's something I'm quite happy to support - what price a cheery farmer in Java? - except that I have sneaky feeling that fair trade does not include my end of the transaction. Oh well.
Anyway, I sat at the computer in the training room while the tutor did arcane things to a projector. There was some inventive and highly stylised cursing under her breath as it became apparent the machine was playing up (It's a continuation of the 1 April affair as far as I understand it).
So I started to read my paper.
A little while later, when I got fed up with that, I played a couple of games of freecell then I tried unsuccessfully to log onto the web. So I played a few games of minesweeper. Still unable to log on to the inter-web after more games than any sane person should ever play in one sitting, I looked round to see the tutor still doing things to the projector. Except that now she had an audience and a retinue of devoted but equally ineffectual acolytes.
I came back to the office at 10.30 - one hour's worth of working day in the bag and no course.
But I do have the course notes. Which is nice.
Page 1: To be read in conjunction with slides 1 and 2.
I have just received an email rescheduling the training session for next Friday afternoon - deep in the graveyard shift.
I expect I shall have to visit Starbucks again, and make another Javanese farmer very happy.
