The Office Tavern, CRL, Oxford

Previously mentioned here and here, this is the official announcement of the members-only pop-up pub conveniently located at my desk. So far it’s just a whisk(e)y bar…oh, show us the way….

Buffalo Trace: The Office Tavern, Bottle 2

Picked up some Buffalo Trace on my way home yesterday, had a couple of snifters, poured up a small flask to keep there, and brought the rest to help stock The Office Tavern.

The device is a quadrupole from an X700 triple quad sent to the skip in Tucson ten years ago. Learning aid and cudgel in equal proportions (either description serves for education and for punitive violence, in equal proportions).

Jura Journey: The Office Tavern, Bottle 1

Seven weeks to the day until I will have completed my 3 month notice at work and I have about 2 weeks worth of work to fill the time.  It seems the stench of death is on me and no one will acknowledge my existence unless my replacement has bollocksed up a repair that I wasn’t notified was required.  If I hadn’t already paid for my bus ticket until the end I probably would just stay in London (no, not call in sick, just not show up: if I get fired for anything less than gross misconduct, Oxford would have to pay me severance several times the remaining wages, so the risk is minimal).

People still come by to chat about personal things and even about mass spectrometry (about which I am surprisingly knowledgeable); no one in the research groups I still watch over, mind you, but I get a couple of visitors per week.  I feel like, as their host, I should provide a refreshing beverage.

To that end, I stopped by the Tesco Metro on my way in this morning to add a bottle of bourbon to my nearly empty desk drawer but all they had on the shelf was their store brand and Jim Beam; I had hoped for something nice, like the Bulleit sitting on the bar in my home office, but it was not to be.

Instead, I went for an entry-level single malt.  Jura Journey isn’t especially challenging but the office isn’t exactly a posh, clubby atmosphere.  A glycobiologist I’ve known for the last 6 years (half the age of the whisky) stopped by and we had the first few drams finding it serviceable, lightly smoky, and just what he needed ahead of a meeting with his supervisor and a lecture.