It's All in the Timing
So I went to the doctor this morning for a follow-up on my bout of pneumonia. Clean bill of health. Got home, packed a lunch, and icewolf010 drive me to work. As I was getting ready to get out of the car I realized that I left the lunch on the coffee table. Oh well. I asked icewolf010 to place it in the fridge for me when she got home so I can take it for lunch tomorrow.
12:30 rolls around and I'm hungry. I went downstairs to the little mini-cafe in the lobby and bought a sandwich, chips, and a soda. I was back at my desk and had just finished eating the first half of the sandwich when the administrative assistant sends e-mail out to the department "There's pizza in the kitchen."
Damn. Good sandwich, though.
12:30 rolls around and I'm hungry. I went downstairs to the little mini-cafe in the lobby and bought a sandwich, chips, and a soda. I was back at my desk and had just finished eating the first half of the sandwich when the administrative assistant sends e-mail out to the department "There's pizza in the kitchen."
Damn. Good sandwich, though.