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"Tuesdays and Thursdays can be research days," my supervisor says.
"Come in at 9:30 on these days," he says.
It is 9:45. I am ALONE IN THE TRIAL OFFICE. I think maybe he has forgotten that nobody else does research on these days? And the proposal summary I was meant to be working on requires some things to have been emailed to the trial manager, and as she hasn't sent them to ME, I am assuming -- that didn't happen?
Oh well. Internet surfing for me.
I have sadly decided to boycott the cheap coffee place at the hospital because yesterday (in a vain, vain attempt to be given a fucking flat white) I asked for a cappuccino with no foam or chocolate. The guy made it. The guy handed it over. Patronising smirk.
"Darling," he said. "You have to order a latte."
"LATTES HAVE FOAM," I snapped, and walked out. Sure enough, it was a foamy, foamy latte.
DEAR ENGLAND: HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS THE CONCEPT OF HOLDING BACK THE FOAM WHEN YOU POUR THE MILK? YOU COULD BUILD AN EMPIRE AND YET YOU CAN'T MAKE MY COFFEE? SRSLY.
(I should note also that Starbucks now makes something they CALL a flat white, which I got very excited about, but it turned out to be a double-shot latte with not much milk at all, and it was so strong I almost couldn't finish it.)
So yeah, this morning I went to Caffe Nero, which is my favourite of all the chains because they make delicious cinnamon lattes <3 Now I am all caffeinated up with nothing exciting to do.
ETA: Oh good, everyone else has shown up now.
"Come in at 9:30 on these days," he says.
It is 9:45. I am ALONE IN THE TRIAL OFFICE. I think maybe he has forgotten that nobody else does research on these days? And the proposal summary I was meant to be working on requires some things to have been emailed to the trial manager, and as she hasn't sent them to ME, I am assuming -- that didn't happen?
Oh well. Internet surfing for me.
I have sadly decided to boycott the cheap coffee place at the hospital because yesterday (in a vain, vain attempt to be given a fucking flat white) I asked for a cappuccino with no foam or chocolate. The guy made it. The guy handed it over. Patronising smirk.
"Darling," he said. "You have to order a latte."
"LATTES HAVE FOAM," I snapped, and walked out. Sure enough, it was a foamy, foamy latte.
DEAR ENGLAND: HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS THE CONCEPT OF HOLDING BACK THE FOAM WHEN YOU POUR THE MILK? YOU COULD BUILD AN EMPIRE AND YET YOU CAN'T MAKE MY COFFEE? SRSLY.
(I should note also that Starbucks now makes something they CALL a flat white, which I got very excited about, but it turned out to be a double-shot latte with not much milk at all, and it was so strong I almost couldn't finish it.)
So yeah, this morning I went to Caffe Nero, which is my favourite of all the chains because they make delicious cinnamon lattes <3 Now I am all caffeinated up with nothing exciting to do.
ETA: Oh good, everyone else has shown up now.