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Still exhausted, but I'm sober, so I suppose last night's ramble deserves an explanation. There isn't much of one--the temp agency had me come work tickettaking/doorguarding at a whiskey tasting event. Job perks involved a free shot at the buffet during my break, a complimentary shot glass, and some complimentary bourbon in the shot glass after I'd clocked out. Job perks also involved getting to see gigantic men walking around in highland dress with big crates of whiskey over their shoulders, and enjoying that singular entertainment that is professional people getting ridiculously sloshed. Also, waistcoats. Waistcoats everywhere.
Showed up to work hung over, but I'm not sure if that was actively the bourbon or me just being so bloody exhausted and then unable to sleep. I don't think the dogs noticed.
Showed up to work hung over, but I'm not sure if that was actively the bourbon or me just being so bloody exhausted and then unable to sleep. I don't think the dogs noticed.