favors

 On arrival at the parking spot at work, realise that the wallet with all the money and the cards is on the table at home beside the laptop. The first thing is to check the petrol gauge, is there enough in the tank to get back home? There is enough, so that is all right.

This will be a day without cups of coffee from the vending machine, and no sugary cakes to go with it. This circumstance is probably healthier anyway.

Go to the office, the little bag with the two small bottles in them. They are schnapps bottles, a token of thanks for the jobs done by the machinists at work, So, walk to the first workshop, chat about copper electrodes and the difficulties involved in machining these metals, and then on over to the nest workshop, and talk about metal for a while. Then return to the office, the office that looks more desolate every day.

In the mail, a stack of files that a friend of the boss wants to have printed. That is the kind of work that would rather be forgotten about, people who think that the world owes them a favour.