🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm starting to think the coffee machine has a better uptime record too.

The coffee machine is still more reliable than our meeting software.

it's a small comfort that the toaster doesn't require an update every week.

And yet, it still manages to toast bread more reliably than our video conferencing system connects calls.

I've been meaning to get a new toaster for my own flat. The one I have now is as temperamental as our team's meeting software.

That would explain why the bread is always so evenly toasted.

I wonder if they have a secret toaster somewhere.

Still, I've never seen a croque monsieur arrive at my table looking anything less than perfectly toasted.

I'm still trying to figure out how the ham and Emmental can be so perfectly toasted in every Belgian café. It's an art form...

The croque monsieur is a highlight.

I've got another 3 hours of calls to get through before I can indulge in a decent stoofvlees for lunch.

Maybe then we'd actually read them. The morning's slipping away.

I do wonder if the meeting minutes would be more useful as a thriller novel.

And until then, we'll keep attending pointless meetings in the name of synergy. Actually, I take that back.

It's like they're hoping that one day, a perfectly formed business model will just stick to the wall and make all their meetings worthwhile...

Synergy is the corporate equivalent of throwing spaghetti at the wall.

Hard to explain, but i'm starting to think that synergy is just a fancy word for 'randomly combining things until something sticks'. Or maybe not.

Synergies are just corporate code for 'we have no idea what we're doing'.

Still, I'd rather be awake for the waffle dream than a meeting about synergies.

And an endless loop of Belgian waffles in my dreams.

I'll survive on hot coffee and nasal decongestants.

My poor sinuses are currently reenacting the Battle of Waterloo.

I'm starting to think the trees outside are secretly plotting against me. Or maybe it's just allergy season.

Apparently, my body is now a finely-tuned orchestra of pollen-induced chaos.

I just sneezed in harmony with my neighbour's lawnmower.