I was a little surprised when it turned out it wasn’t accidentally laced with something. She really is just that good a cook. I don’t know what I was expecting, it’s not like this is some crazy sitcom.
MMmm, it is delicious. I’ve taken some to my new job.
Or I would have, if a new wave (and a decade of NHS underfunding) hadn’t caused the working from home directive to be reinstated. So it’s been a strange first week, trying to learn the ropes remotely. But it has been remotely interesting.
So far it seems to be the perfect mix of nice, easy, tasks below my capabilities and new things I’m unfamiliar with. It looks like I’ve made the right decision.
“The One Where I Start a New Job”
Perhaps, like Rachel, I should have got a new haircut for the new job. She’s rocking a great new bob, which I assume wasn’t cut by Phoebe.
Things are already getting a bit steamy in their office, and Tag (still not a name) had to take the hit for a saucy email which most definitely would have got her fired. I mean, him doing it as a joke would have got him fired too, but he somehow gets away with it. Bloody male privilege.
You know who else is a privileged male? Ross. His kids almost seven and he barely sees him!
Here he is now, last seen nine months ago in an alternate universe. I didn’t notice at the time but he’s looking a lot older than he did two years ago… I don’t mean two years older. More like, five? Weird.
I guess it’s not that odd we hardly see him. This show’s called Friends™ after all. Not “Parents” ™.
(Incidentally, if you want to watch “Parents” ™: it exists, is called “Workin’ Moms” ™ and is frikken excellent.)
Ross has kindly bought Phoebe a bike which is an absolute sight, yet my wife adores it:
So Ross again stepped in to help her learn. I do love when Ross and Phoebe spend time together. It’s so refreshing. After a wobbly start, he encouraged her to keep trying, as without her to ride it the bike WOULD DIE.
Wait what?? Oh my god. My poor bike, it’s been in the shed with a rusty chain since before the pandemic. Shit. I really hope it’s only in a coma.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
We had a pretty sedate New Years™ this year. Not as bad as last year, obvs, but a little weird. We spent it with my family but, after the Christmas™ debacle with my own Ben Number One, we didn’t want to commit to the evening. So it was simply a relaxed family afternoon then home for a movie.
My wife went to bed straight after (pregnant) but I decided to see in the countdown with some videogames. I got to 11.45pm before deciding “eh, that’ll do, I’ll send my messages now and go up to bed.”
After last year I’d forgotten one crucial thing, got into bed and put my head on the pillow as the countdown was about to happen. At which point loads of fireworks started going off.
Oh yerh! That’s a thing…
Forty minutes later I finally fell asleep, to a lone drunken man shouting “HAPPY NEW YEAR!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”
Yerh, to you too, mate. You too.