self-medicating is better with the buddy system
The guys at the office are rad for taking the edge off a bad day (no not in THAT way), but nothing beats a work wife for extracurricular activities (no, still not in THAT way). Yesterday we ducked out early for once and fled to the super-girly Flute for kirs and spring rolls; tomorrow we're working our way through as many kinds of barbecue as we can handle at the annual Big Apple Barbecue Block Party. The real therapy, though, is hearing someone else tell you that you're not the idiot - everyone around you is. Our unofficial motto could be "I hate everyone in the world but you," with an asterisk, like, "not actually true but feels like it sometimes especially when my boss is being a dick." It is so fourth-grade and awesome!