Hamlet didn't go around forgiving people in a made-up story so why should I in real life?

Sometimes I despair of my co-workers.

Enter H., workaholic, vaguely instable. Already violated German work law repeatedly by staying more than the maximum ten hours, amassed over-time. Company wants him to finally take his vacation days, at least those left from last year. Now he comes to our office complaining how his cruel girlfriend has forced him to take vacations for Easter, keeping him from earning money. Going to Venice.
I forgot to check whether there's a full moon, he says, because when there's a full moon high tides are likely and he wouldn't want to have to take Wellingtons along. Hope there's no full moon around Easter. Will check that right now.
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Easter is, as always, the first Sunday following the first full moon in Spring. Yes, that's a very Pagan reckoning of feast days, but that's the way it's been working for the past thousand-something years. Easter is always close to a full moon. Per definitionem. You don't need to check a calendar to realise that if Easter's on the 23rd, you'll have a full moon on either the 21st or the 22nd. (It's the 21st.)
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I'm not sure which is more annoying, people telling me what I experienced in Japan, or people who don't even ask what it was like and instead brag about their one-week business journey to Isar II. That's close to Munich.
M.. my pseudo-boss, was there to copy files. He returned on Monday and he's been telling everybody about the beautiful places he went to in exotic Bavaria all week, and the general brilliance of his work there.
Today he had to share the story of that pretty researcher who asked him, first day, whether he'd like a coffee. Yes, he said, all surprised because he isn't used to that (subtle look towards me, because I'm his bloody student assistant and I never brough him coffee, bad me!). Milk? Sugar? she asked. Just milk, said he, and she brought him a perfect coffee. With milk. Just like that.

I can see how a lousy tea ceremony with Maiko under the plum blossoms at Kitano-tenmangu shrine can't compete with the utter amazingness of that experience.

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Finally managed to finish the last episode of Heroes (season I, so don't spoil me for anything that's to come please). I like Heroes but how hard would it have been to research a Kyudô club so those Samurai in the end could've drawn their bows like, you know, Samurai, as opposed to like Englishmen?

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( Mann Mann Mann Mann Mann. )