Mutual m**********n in the park over lunch hour.
Enjoy..
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I grabbed the Financial Times and my lunch as I left the office. It was just too nice a day to eat in our dreary cafeteria. Besides, I was hoping a change of scenery would help my concentration.
I had been working on a really boring financial analysis all morning. There was nothing challenging about it, but it was taking a lot of time and effort to make sure all of the data was properly reflected in the analysis—and there were distractions.
Somewhere around 10:00 o'clock my ability to concentrate had begun to fade, and my energy had turned to s****l fantasy. It might have had something to do with the boss' executive assistant, Sheila, who came by about then to make sure I would be done with the analysis by the end of the
