A Tale of One City

Suddenly, the calm was broken by a silhouette in the doorway.

"This is just sad," he said.

Our heroine said nothing, but continued staring stonily ahead.

"It's 5pm, Friday. You're standing, alone, in the dark, in the storeroom at work. Illuminated only by the glow of the microwave, as you stare at your coffee reheat." He paused. "Pathetic."

Our heroine had to silently agree, but she who drinks coffee laughs last.


Maniacally, naturally.

Am almost finished my task for the day. And now computer has decided to mess up formatting, ensuring that I will be in the office at least another 45 minutes, retyping this blasted thing into another document.

(Have taken minor liberties with my dear colleague's remarks. He may not have actually ended it with "pathetic." But those who have tasted the bitter truth find it hard to coat it in saccharine for our gentle readers...)

And for those of us who like to learn something new each day, VOILA! (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

August was named in honor of Caesar Augustus. The month reputedly has 31 days because Augustus wanted as many days as Julius Caesar's July. Augustus placed the month where it is because that is when Cleopatra died. Before Augustus renamed August, it was called Sextilis in Latin, since it was the sixth month in the Roman calendar which started in March.


Yes. And I want my month to have 8 days. All (paid) weekends. With no periods that month.
*wide, dreamy smile*
I'll take the days off of...July and August. The toughest months in the northern hemisphere. Let it be.