Meanwhile, I've got half a pound of Dunkin Donuts coffee all ready to take to work with me tomorrow. Mm, mm.
All true, after a fashion. I'm home sick and would just as soon not infect all the Arisia staffers, nor make the crud worse by biking in the cold and wet. I'll still be reading firstname.lastname@example.org, I suspect, but my actual position will most likely report to Ben and not to Jill. And someone's got to drink the commercial stuff Rosa brought in to the house while we were waiting for the 18-pound Sweet Maria's order to show up. It's not going to be any of us, so it might as well be my unsuspecting coworkers.