Tuesday, September 20

The sort of day that makes you want to drink your lunch

Ok, it isn't quite that bad, but a quick margarita vacation from 12-1 would have been nice. Mostly, it was just a pressure filled day at the office, realizing that the shoe you were waiting for finally dropped, but then wondering (in quite a horrified manner), "Gosh, if the shoe dropped so early in the week, what will Friday bring?"

That's when you decide to wander downstairs to the other Event Coordinator's cube, the teetotaller, or at least she goes to a church that highly frowns upon adult beverages of the fermented kind, and ask, "Feel like drinking lunch today?" To which she responds with a delighted, slightly giddy-crazy laugh; You both sigh and then return to the responsibility of not drinking your lunch.

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