My new secretary is a very tall man. In addition he has been ill for 3 weeks, ‘having an operation’. It turns out to have been stomach cancer and a removal of the organ. So were all remined not to throw out the sour & smelly milk in the refrigerator. It’s not milk, it’s his medication. No other personal effects brought with him though, travelling light it seems.
Likewise he has an industrial supply of box-packed nutrition drinks, right by his workstation, where he also has the double screen set-up. Both screens of which default to an image of a naked, handsome and well exercised man, posed artfully. I’m ok with that. I don’t know how long he is for this earth and his pleasures cost me nothing.
