Drunk as a skunk
So, it's roughly 2:00 PM, on Thursday. I am at work. I am also slightly buzzed. And because of my boss, no less! We went out, with my office-mate, to go have a group lunch, just for the hell of it, really. The attorney's are all out of the office, which means they're not here to bother us.
Anyway, we go have some Indian, and my boss orders a beer, so I follow suit. I mean, why not? I drink it, and that's fine. It's kind of a light lunch, I guess, so I feel a little... well, drunk. I get up from the table and when I return, my boss says she ordered me a second beer.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a two beer queer. But this is lunch-time, for pete's sake. Lunch time. Not drinking time. It wasn't half past beer o'clock. It was 12:30. I mean, all right, maybe Noon is beer o'clock, but not for me. Not today, at any rate.
But it would be rude to snub the drink that your own boss got for you. So I drank that one. A little bit faster, and since I had finished with my meal, well, there was less to down it with. Just water. We had already finished the nan, and I was full as it was.
So now, here I am, 2:00 pm, and I'm just a little... well, buzzed maybe. Reminds me of when I was in Rome for school, and we started to drink at like 10:30 in the morning. On an empty stomach, no less. Christ, that was stressful, though - as soon as I the alcohol hit, I was like, do not raise your hand, do not raise your hand, b/c I knew that I would say something that I would later regret. Perhaps funny at the time, but regretful later on just the same.
And now I have data entry. Very exacting, and detail-intensive data entry. And I'm a tad bit loaded! How 'bout that! Thanks, Jenner & Block, LLC, thanks for getting me a bit toasted while on the job. I'm sure our clients appreciate it.
In other, non-Dan-is-drunk-while-at-work news, I was reading
Salon.com and there's this op-ed piece (which is generally worthless), but the opionator opines about blogs. She says that blogs are, generally, a bad thing. All they do is contribute reams of crappy prose to the world. Blogs, she continues (and I paraphrase) are not masturbation - there should be some degree of self-editing. She contends that blog-writers are convinced that what they (we?) have to say is interesting, or at least interesting enough such that other people would/should read it. Which is, more or less, my entire beef with blogs, and why I was against them for as long as I was. And maybe still am.
I'm not going to sit here and say that what I write is interesting. Maybe I go out of my way to make it boring, as my own attempt at subversiveness. And yet, I remain committed to the idea - oh, sorry, had to run an errand, and now I've forgotten my train of thought. Problems with doing this while working, I guess.
Well, at any rate, I don't write this for others. I don't write it to keep other people informed of what and how I'm doing. I have other ways to do that. And you can tell by my lack of links that I'm not terribly interested in getting the word out about this. And yet, I do advertise this link on friendster, which means I clearly want people to go from my posting there to this. Hmnnn... there I go, talking about friendster again.
So anyway, I think I keep this mainly as a place for me to write more. It's easier to maintain than my journal, and I can do it at work and maintain the illusion that I'm working (oh, look, Dan is typing away, he sure does keep busy!). So, yeah, that's all I have to say about.
-dan
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So, it's roughly 2:00 PM, on Thursday. I am at work. I am also slightly buzzed. And because of my boss, no less! We went out, with my office-mate, to go have a group lunch, just for the hell of it, really. The attorney's are all out of the office, which means they're not here to bother us.
Anyway, we go have some Indian, and my boss orders a beer, so I follow suit. I mean, why not? I drink it, and that's fine. It's kind of a light lunch, I guess, so I feel a little... well, drunk. I get up from the table and when I return, my boss says she ordered me a second beer.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a two beer queer. But this is lunch-time, for pete's sake. Lunch time. Not drinking time. It wasn't half past beer o'clock. It was 12:30. I mean, all right, maybe Noon is beer o'clock, but not for me. Not today, at any rate.
But it would be rude to snub the drink that your own boss got for you. So I drank that one. A little bit faster, and since I had finished with my meal, well, there was less to down it with. Just water. We had already finished the nan, and I was full as it was.
So now, here I am, 2:00 pm, and I'm just a little... well, buzzed maybe. Reminds me of when I was in Rome for school, and we started to drink at like 10:30 in the morning. On an empty stomach, no less. Christ, that was stressful, though - as soon as I the alcohol hit, I was like, do not raise your hand, do not raise your hand, b/c I knew that I would say something that I would later regret. Perhaps funny at the time, but regretful later on just the same.
And now I have data entry. Very exacting, and detail-intensive data entry. And I'm a tad bit loaded! How 'bout that! Thanks, Jenner & Block, LLC, thanks for getting me a bit toasted while on the job. I'm sure our clients appreciate it.
In other, non-Dan-is-drunk-while-at-work news, I was reading
Salon.com and there's this op-ed piece (which is generally worthless), but the opionator opines about blogs. She says that blogs are, generally, a bad thing. All they do is contribute reams of crappy prose to the world. Blogs, she continues (and I paraphrase) are not masturbation - there should be some degree of self-editing. She contends that blog-writers are convinced that what they (we?) have to say is interesting, or at least interesting enough such that other people would/should read it. Which is, more or less, my entire beef with blogs, and why I was against them for as long as I was. And maybe still am.
I'm not going to sit here and say that what I write is interesting. Maybe I go out of my way to make it boring, as my own attempt at subversiveness. And yet, I remain committed to the idea - oh, sorry, had to run an errand, and now I've forgotten my train of thought. Problems with doing this while working, I guess.
Well, at any rate, I don't write this for others. I don't write it to keep other people informed of what and how I'm doing. I have other ways to do that. And you can tell by my lack of links that I'm not terribly interested in getting the word out about this. And yet, I do advertise this link on friendster, which means I clearly want people to go from my posting there to this. Hmnnn... there I go, talking about friendster again.
So anyway, I think I keep this mainly as a place for me to write more. It's easier to maintain than my journal, and I can do it at work and maintain the illusion that I'm working (oh, look, Dan is typing away, he sure does keep busy!). So, yeah, that's all I have to say about.
-dan
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