Chapter 2: the grind and the refined- Come at me, bro

The day started with a drizzle on the slightly late bus to work. The night before I stayed up working at home until about 11pm, as we're a convenient 12 hours difference from our contacts in the East. I decided to take a break around 9:30pm to go to the grocery store. The town was quiet and blanketed in a misty haze. I tried taking a picture of it, but there was too much reflection. 

Anyway, this morning on the bus I received one of those disappointment toned emails from my boss. This one was on how we were not "owning" our responsibility and not taking initiative because someone else has suggested we make weekly calls to follow up on some project. 

The thing is, yesterday we sent out an email suggesting exactly that, and he was copied to it. I don't mind being reprimanded for a screw up I'm responsible for and I certainly don't expect any words of encouragement for doing the right thing (I'm not that naive) , but I didn't expect to be at fault for something good. I was quite mad, and though I realize that he had probably just missed my email, the end result was infuriating. 

After some consultation with a colleague, I sent a short polite email correcting the perceived facts. I have no idea if that email was read, but I have a feeling there's going to be some response. 

This was the view as I left work at around 5:45pm. 

I may be a masochist, but I still love it all, grind not withstanding. 

I may have a different problem with the grocery experience, as it's difficult for me to stop loading stuff onto the shopping cart, especially the sweet stuff. I'm still severely underweight, but I'm beginning to worry about diabetes (not to mention the sacred budget).