Tuesday night / Wednesday Morning
Running on empty.
Maybe three hours of confused sleep; woke up at 3am needing water and worried that I had suddenly realised that I didn't have a job. I could remember leaving my last place, but had forgotten that I started a new one. It was weird; the closest to dreaming I have come for 30 odd years.
Drinking coffee.
It tastes of burning tyres. Like the 1990s Starbucks they used to serve on United Airlines flights; spitting the words 'we are proud to serve Starbucks coffee' through lying clenched teeth.
It was the port that did for me.
I was relatively sober until the decanter came around and then I was off; chasing the fortified high even though I could feel it doing me harm. The alarm bells are still ringing in my head. Discussing a mutual attraction for the air stewardesses on the now sadly defunct Caledonian Airlines with some amiable retired Royal Naval officer on one side, and trying to explain why I didn't want an MBA to a formidable woman with a CBE on the other. I escaped into the rain, took off the white bow tie that had been cutting off the oxygen supply, and trotted off into the night. Reeling through puddles with a target on my back.
Maybe three hours of confused sleep; woke up at 3am needing water and worried that I had suddenly realised that I didn't have a job. I could remember leaving my last place, but had forgotten that I started a new one. It was weird; the closest to dreaming I have come for 30 odd years.
Drinking coffee.
It tastes of burning tyres. Like the 1990s Starbucks they used to serve on United Airlines flights; spitting the words 'we are proud to serve Starbucks coffee' through lying clenched teeth.
It was the port that did for me.
I was relatively sober until the decanter came around and then I was off; chasing the fortified high even though I could feel it doing me harm. The alarm bells are still ringing in my head. Discussing a mutual attraction for the air stewardesses on the now sadly defunct Caledonian Airlines with some amiable retired Royal Naval officer on one side, and trying to explain why I didn't want an MBA to a formidable woman with a CBE on the other. I escaped into the rain, took off the white bow tie that had been cutting off the oxygen supply, and trotted off into the night. Reeling through puddles with a target on my back.