Rough week at work, not just for me. The answer, as usual was a mass
exodus at 4:30 to a local drinking establishment.
One plate of poutine and several Whiskeys later it’s time to try to
make our way home.
Our receptionist thinks that “putting drunk people in taxis” needs
to be written into her job description and I’m now wanting to curl up under my
desk and die.
Ughh.
WMAP (counting down the hours until she can crawl back under the
duvet)
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