The joy of work
So of course today I got a lift in to the office with Mum, who’s going off to Newmarket to get the car sorted out. All very well and good - except that I get to the office at twenty past eight, which is abominably early although wouldn’t be too bad if I actually knew the alarm code.
Because I daren’t unlock the door in case I set the alarm off, which I most definitely would do, I’m sitting on the rather convenient armchairs on the landing, being very thankful I have with me my Powerbook and that our wireless network extends beyond the boundaries of the office, and that my Powerbook is set up to access it.
Been getting strange looks from the people who work in the office across the hall though, who come huffing and puffing their way up the stairs… anybody would think they’ve just climbed up to the fifteenth floor, rather than the second.