Area 136

As you may have noticed, I just luuuurrrrve the Smoked Salmon sammiches they do in Prets – just salmon, lemon juice and cracked black pepper. Gorgeous.

This week however I have been seduced by a “tarted up” version of my favourite Sammich, which comes under the guise of “Special of the week”

Still the same wonderful fish, but also with wondrous chunky free range egg mayo, a smattering of red onion and some leaf spinach.

God it tastes Sooooooooooooooooooo good.

Nom nom nom.

In the corner of our office there is a kitchen. It is snazzy and enclosed in a low curving wall at about chest height and is all fake marble worktops and microwavage and kettle spotted and sinkage for washing and a row of big fridge things for staff to keep their munchables in.

We also get free instant coffee and free tea bags. The milk is provided as well.

What credit crunch?

Anyway the thing is that this coffee is of the large catering drum variety and although it is free it is crap. If you make black hole coffee* with it, you end up with something that tastes like viper piss by the end of the day, not something that enables you to see through time – which is what black hole coffee made with decent stuff enables you to do.

So rather than save my pennies and drink the free crap, I have gone back to buying the slightly better instant stuff from the corner shop.

I has standards I has. And a coffee addiction.

* Black hole coffee.
Make a big mug of strong black coffee, sit at your desk and drink five sixths of it.
Due to the pressures of work/blogging/special interest sites, this remaining drop will go cold.
When you want another cup, add a big teaspoon of coffee to this cold remainder in the mug and top up with hot water.
Sit at desk and drink while working.
Let last bit go cold in mug.
Add more coffee.
Add more hot water.
Repeat all day.
By the end of the day or at least by sometime after lunch you will be speaking at a speed only fax machines can register and will be able to do stupid things much quicker and with more authority.

Don't try this at home kids.

I don’t do suits and stuff at work.

And it is dress down Friday, a concept only partially taken on board here these days. Some of the teams on this floor go casual and the rest stay all shirty and tied.

I just wear the same sort of stuff each day. T-shirt and Army surplus black fatigues today. And big boots.

So coming down from the top floor canteen in the lift, there are two builders in it with me talking to each other. There are builders around because they are building a new office entrance and reception.

One of the builders says to his mate, “I gotta go sign the sight log book..” then looks at me and says, “It’s on the second floor innit? The site log book?”

“I sorry I have no idea where it is”

Oh great, I look like a builder and not the highflying office admin monkey I really am!

I don’t know if I am pleased or not.