Gotta type fast
My keyboard keeps crapping out. It might be all the food I keep dropping on it. Or how hard my head slammed into it when I fell asleep that last time. Either that or my keyboard finally decided it wants me to work today as much I as I do! That doesn't even make any sense! Eh, go fuck yourself.
Freudian slip of the afternoon:
A coworker asks about my boss's whereabouts. I respond, "He doesn't work on Fridays. I mean he works from home on Fridays." At least think that was a Freudian slip. Seriously though, he's on vacation today.
Evidence they shouldn't let me out in public in any sort of sober state:
Out to lunch today, the waitress commented that I'm normally very quiet and docile, but today I was being loud and aggressive. Or as Bell said, "This is Dave, have you met?" TJ and I were about to tip back a beer and I was going to propose a toast, but TJ said something that got my goat so instead I said, "Well I was going to propose a toast but instead, go fuck yourself." Apparently that was quite loud as the waitress who was at another table at this point started laughing. At the end of lunch two beers later, the waitress asked if I was feeling better.
"Don't I look better?"
"Actually...yes."
Freudian slip of the afternoon:
A coworker asks about my boss's whereabouts. I respond, "He doesn't work on Fridays. I mean he works from home on Fridays." At least think that was a Freudian slip. Seriously though, he's on vacation today.
Evidence they shouldn't let me out in public in any sort of sober state:
Out to lunch today, the waitress commented that I'm normally very quiet and docile, but today I was being loud and aggressive. Or as Bell said, "This is Dave, have you met?" TJ and I were about to tip back a beer and I was going to propose a toast, but TJ said something that got my goat so instead I said, "Well I was going to propose a toast but instead, go fuck yourself." Apparently that was quite loud as the waitress who was at another table at this point started laughing. At the end of lunch two beers later, the waitress asked if I was feeling better.
"Don't I look better?"
"Actually...yes."