Mez continues to rebel
Not only am I the proud possessor of a secret rubbish bin, hidden furtively under my desk, but I've now snuck in my own tea.
I'm heartily sick of the crappy tea options available at my work (basically, no-name brand in teabags - horrible stuff).
My desk now has a space set aside for some quality loose-leaf English Breakfast, and an infuser.
I have just had the first worthwhile cup of tea I've ever drunk at work, and am feeling very happy and content.
Vive La Revolution!
(Having studied my tea leaves, I'm fairly convinced that they depict a couple of roosters standing under a tree. I'm sure that's probably terribly significant in some obscure way...)
I'm heartily sick of the crappy tea options available at my work (basically, no-name brand in teabags - horrible stuff).
My desk now has a space set aside for some quality loose-leaf English Breakfast, and an infuser.
I have just had the first worthwhile cup of tea I've ever drunk at work, and am feeling very happy and content.
Vive La Revolution!
(Having studied my tea leaves, I'm fairly convinced that they depict a couple of roosters standing under a tree. I'm sure that's probably terribly significant in some obscure way...)