Day 33 - Friday

After a long week at Atomic Coffee Roasters in Kingsland (my place of employment), it was decided that we clock out early for a BBQ. Brydon was nice enough to stop by the butcher and pick up some steaks.

I was also stoked that I didn't have to go home and go through the fucking routine again, but not as stoked as Josh and Aaron.

Ewan, our head roaster, rides his bicycle to and from work. I assume he does stunts after witnessing this precarious balancing act with bread and knife.

I think he also drank some of this oil.

I enjoyed 2 steaks and 2 Pork & Fennel sausages.

Delish.

This fly also made an attempt to enjoy some steak that got stuck on my hand, but I wasted that fucker.

I propose this happens every Friday at work. It's a nice way to end the week and a good opportunity to harass my colleagues about their lame upcoming weekend events, most of which involve no Barbequeing.

Nom, nom, nom, nom.