Whisky, Cola and straight lines…
Do you like whisky? I do... My colleague returned from Africa, we have a contract with an African bank, I can’t remember its name, but it doesn’t matter… He bought a good bottle of whisky in duty free shop and decided to treat me. One shot, huh… it’s not too much, so I did it with a great pleasure. We had a chat a little bit and I stood up to go to my office. Oops! I understood absolutely clearly that I couldn’t go along the straight line. I felt giddy, but I forced a smile and rushed for the door, hoping that physical laws of a centrifugal force could help me to fix the awkward situation. One step, two steps… I needed to hold the wall. A little effort and I went without a support. The colleagues in the hall were looking at me in a very strange way. And only when I reached my jobsite I realized that I had been going trying to step in every tile of our tile floor. The rest of the day I was hoping that CEO’s deputy wouldn’t manage a meeting today.
Never drink at work, guys, never.