George. We finally got the courage to ask the manager his name. Zee’s been coming in for two years, and it had long passed the point where you could ask without embarrassment. Sung. We think!
Were both a bit down this morning. Zee because it’s Monday, and she’s plagued with meetings this morning, and me because god knows why. My mood has been weird since yesterday lunch, but I don’t know why. It’s unsettling. Bad nightmares didn’t help, whereby I’m a soccer player/software engineer, being brutally berated by my boss for not mastering a deflection move with a football. Zee says I need to face the demons from Sound United, and she’s right.