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That was lunch

There's a reason I like working here. My workmates!

Sunday is Sarah's birthday, so most of IT went to Sizzler for lunch. Present was Sarah, Stephen, Emilio, Michael, Petey (IT Manager), myself and Demi (the receptionist).

We were there being our usual geeky selves, and we were discussing the best way to smuggle a pile of smarties (part of the desert bar) out.

Emilio suggested to slice open a piece of the cheese toast to create a pocket and fill it full of smarties. Stephen then decided this sounded like a good idea, so he did, sealed it back up and put it back on the plate resulting in a slightly lumpy piece of cheese toast.

Then Petey (remember, he's the IT Manager) picked it up and ate it! :) According to Petey it actually tasted pretty good!

On the way back to the office we got distracted watching a street artist. With clever use of spray paint, household objects, cardboard and newspaper he created a beautiful piece of art. If I wasn't broke because of the move I would have bought one.

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greenglowgrrl
May. 6th, 2005 12:58 am (UTC)
My grandmother always carries snaplock bags in her handbag when we go to Sizzlers. Enterprising but embarrassing to us grandchildren as she's not very subtle.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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