we’re out of half and half for the
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we’re out of half and half for the coffee.
this is the way that we sad gen-y pathetic double-income no-kids cat parents without our shit together live our lives, we only go to the grocery store when we need cream for the coffee
so yesterday i drank my coffee black. dude said, don’t worry, i got this, there’s convenience store literally in the same building where I work. (i don’t know that i’ve mentioned it on here but his company, which up til now had only one office in Connecticut somewhere and had all the programmers working remotely, just got an Official Branch Office here and rented space in a lovely old office building that happens to be owned by a reprehensible racist troll, whose son assures them isn’t involved but still, uggggghh. In an amusing twist, my mother, who has visited me all of twice in the twelve years I’ve lived in this city, has declared that she must come see this building, so I guess I gotta get ready to host a visit from my mother.)
Anyway. They just moved into this building, and don’t have a fridge in the office. So he bought a pint of half and half, and then set it out on the windowsill to keep it cool, he only just now confessed to me. Naturally he forgot, and came home without it.
… Now the day before yesterday, we had some record-breaking wind gusts, and all, so that little pint would be toast. But there’s a chance the thing is still there. His office, by the way, is on the ninth floor.
So stay tuned, I guess, folks, and we’ll find out the conclusion to the thrilling saga.
(below the cut: a view out the office window, so you get some idea of what kind of windowsill this is.)
Foreground is the windowsill, how prescient of me (I took this on Sunday). Background is Lake fucking Erie. Out of frame to the left is the baseball stadium. (Yes, ours is right downtown, we have the BEST urban planners, shut up. FYI the Sabres play right downtown too. Well, we weren’t really using our downtown for anything else, why shouldn’t they? [Parking? what parking? parking what?])
we’re out of half and half for the coffee.
this is the way that we sad gen-y pathetic double-income no-kids cat parents without our shit together live our lives, we only go to the grocery store when we need cream for the coffee
so yesterday i drank my coffee black. dude said, don’t worry, i got this, there’s convenience store literally in the same building where I work. (i don’t know that i’ve mentioned it on here but his company, which up til now had only one office in Connecticut somewhere and had all the programmers working remotely, just got an Official Branch Office here and rented space in a lovely old office building that happens to be owned by a reprehensible racist troll, whose son assures them isn’t involved but still, uggggghh. In an amusing twist, my mother, who has visited me all of twice in the twelve years I’ve lived in this city, has declared that she must come see this building, so I guess I gotta get ready to host a visit from my mother.)
Anyway. They just moved into this building, and don’t have a fridge in the office. So he bought a pint of half and half, and then set it out on the windowsill to keep it cool, he only just now confessed to me. Naturally he forgot, and came home without it.
… Now the day before yesterday, we had some record-breaking wind gusts, and all, so that little pint would be toast. But there’s a chance the thing is still there. His office, by the way, is on the ninth floor.
So stay tuned, I guess, folks, and we’ll find out the conclusion to the thrilling saga.
(below the cut: a view out the office window, so you get some idea of what kind of windowsill this is.)
Foreground is the windowsill, how prescient of me (I took this on Sunday). Background is Lake fucking Erie. Out of frame to the left is the baseball stadium. (Yes, ours is right downtown, we have the BEST urban planners, shut up. FYI the Sabres play right downtown too. Well, we weren’t really using our downtown for anything else, why shouldn’t they? [Parking? what parking? parking what?])
