Hi, -

The team beside mine is raising glasses, exchanging gifts and bringing in the festive season with merriment and cheer. My side's dead as a graveyard (yes, I've done that ostrich thing of peeking at the cubicles around mine just to make sure everyone's really at their desks staring stoically at their computer screens as if the grinch has cast a spell on us, and not off at a gathering/party/toast).

The most festive things I've done in office are: pop down to the provision shop to buy m&ms for Izzah's departmental gift (m&ms in glass bottles; she miscalculated and was short of m&ms. i had nothing to do.) and receive a bag of hershey's kisses (you know the one) from my boss' PA. Also, trying to blunt off the sharp edges of my newly pvc-wrapped book <- you know your celebration is sad when book-for-self-wrapping features in the top 3. it is an awesome book.

Anyway, this post isn't about all that - that was just me whining purposelessly. This post is about me getting my morning coffee today.

Me: Hi, - (about to place order when cut off)
Barista: Americano?
Me: Yes thank you.

As the above exchange very clearly confirms, I've made it. I have really made it. The barista knows my order; I am at peace with the world.