The parameters of my new workload are finally starting to come together at the office, and I've surprised myself with how well I seem to be handling them. Or it could just be the season; once the rain stopped I felt like it was starting to become autumn in earnest. Which means my annual submission to the will of the Great Pumpkin Spice Conspiracy. Alas, I think John Oliver is onto us:
Typical Englishman. Look, I don't tell you not to eat your bloody Marmite, and you stay away from my pumpkin spice, deal?
Typical Englishman. Look, I don't tell you not to eat your bloody Marmite, and you stay away from my pumpkin spice, deal?
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