It's Saturday evening and I'm in the lab, procrastinating and wasting time before dinner with Sue and Till. Sitting here, I just realized that someone stole 12 cents off my desk! On Friday, I had 12 pennies stacked neatly on my desk to remind myself to go to the post-office for stamps. The day was hectic, partly due to a four hour meeting with my boss, and I totally ran out of time for stamp shopping, so the pennies remained desktop bound, ready for their future fate at the post-office. Well, not anymore, bastard thieves (probably the cleaners). Seriously, who the hell steals 12 cents, it's not enough to buy anything... except stamps I guess. Sigh.
Speaking of money matters, I'm totally broke after my trips to Chicago last week and Rochester, NY the week before for Fari's wedding, so it was a nice surprise that last night for restaurant week at Mantra my share of the bill was 64 cents -- they totally botched the charge on my card, it should have been around $50. I was hesitant to sign and bolt, but the rest of the table thought it was a good deal and bailed on me. In the end I left Emre to sign my docket and fill in the tip, a generous 40%!
Well gotta go, Japanese dinner awaits.
Update: Mantra ended up charging me the full cost of the bill. Bastards.
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