What turned into a few drinks after work turned into drinking until midnight and getting someone’s phone number.
It’s not really what I was expecting. More than I care to think about it, though, it’s probably a friendly gesture and I will become (yet again) someone’s big brother. Partner in crime. Shoulder to cry on.
Cool.
I hate cleaning up your messes.
It’s like they aren’t around to do it… otherwise I’d be royally frustrated. Leave me with the worst pile of shit to work with. Appreciate it.
Professionalism at it’s freaking best. Morons.
I live about 4 buildings away from the 11th mile spot on the NYC marathon. This morning I was up early enough to watch the leading women and men go by, and I also got the large pack of men as they went by… still about 11 of them… no true leader yet.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7RYj5dUVqk&feature=youtu.be