the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

continental breakfast

We have a company meeting tomorrow. It starts at 8:30am. It's the other end of town (~15 minute drive on the expressway). Everyone's expected to be there.

There's some speculation in the office that we're all going to get gassed.

I don't think it's anything so severe. The bizarre (outside core hours!) timing was due to a sales training conference that was cancelled due to SARS. I guess they couldn't/didn't bother to change the room booking. It's likely the usual end-of-quarter pep talk.

If we show up at 8, we get a continental breakfast. I'm conflicted. I'm forced to choose between my two favourite things in the world: free food and an extra half-hour of sleep.

I suppose it's just one day...