17 October 2013

Everybody's dancing in the moonlight



"Another day another dollar," says someone usually out of randomness or when they've concocted an ingenious scheme to 'get rich quick'.

Upon arriving into the office this morning I was greeted with an introduction. I had just walked through the turnstiles after slapping my wallet onto the machine to which the glorious glass doors prohibiting me from entering would then break open, like someone the chorus of 'Hallelujah' being silently played in my ears.

Sasha met me at the door with a gleaming smile, as per, and decided to present me to an office full of fellow colleagues milling around their Mac computers waiting to start the day. It was something like 10:30 or something.

Darshan didn't look particularly happy. Not because of Sasha's absolutely stunning performance before popping to the loos, but because of the time (yes, I was late, but I had my reasons. ) I was perplexed. Plagued with 'ums' and 'uhs' across my explanations as to why I was so dastardly late at this time, he then flicked on a smile and said: "Nah I'm only joking mate." Hah.

Eventually we didn't even get to do the session. We were supposed to do Google Analytics throughout the morning, however, it couldn't be installed. Instead, we flung ourselves on our 'spinny chairs' from side to side, backwards and forwards, and listening to Dancing In The Moonlight by Toploader. Mollie loves it.

All in all it was a nice little day. Eventually we did get down to doing some work, ie calling up people and asking pertinent questions as to why they, or others, aren't doing enough apprenticeship initiatives to support the younger British generation. Or even getting excited as the phone rang, only for it to cut off and join Kameron's disappointment at two and a half rings.

No dollars were made, but pounds were spent. Kameron's usual latte and banana in the morning, followed by a hearty sandwich and another latte, from the same shop next door never, ever goes amiss. I myself brought in pasta from home and a couple of buttered bread rolls. Yes, they were delicious.

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