Legal Alien: A Scotsman in Montreal

 
Tapping fingers on desk

Bizarrely, despite the fact that I have a ton of work (that's a metric ton, not an imperial tonne), I seem to be sitting around trying to think of things to do. I'm still waiting on a pile of deliveries, not to mention the fact that my lab has been taken over for a week long course for a mechanical design program of all things.

A-ha! An e-mail arrives... something to occupy me? Yes! It is a reply to a previous message.... shame I don't understand what he's asking. Time to go and find the big boss man.