Springbank 10
Recently, I went on a whisky-buying binge at Sam's. Why? well, why not, really. who doesn't love a good whisky?!
Arabs. that's who.
I am kidding.
But, really, I've been stuck in my office quite a bit lately. As in, most of my waking life for the past three weeks. On the one recent night when I had free time, I decided to treat myself. To whisky. Bottles and bottles. Differnet whisky's for different moods. I never could make up my mind.
Anyway, for those of you that don't like your whisky too peaty, or smokey, but still with body and flavor and umph!, then I would suggest Springbank. I currently ahve their 10 year old, and if things continue as they are with my job, I might even try their older bottles.
I've worked late before, and have logged long weeks. But, somehow, this is different. We're getting ready for a trial. It's scheduled to last for 5 weeks. 5 weeks of 80-100 hour weeks, I imagine. And that's after weeks and weeks of preparing for the trial. Also at, probably, about 80 hours a week. The kicker being that the 5 weeks is for evertyhing - opening/closing arguments, jury selection, other random shit that you don't even see on Law & Order. Which leaves about 8 days, my boss figures, for back-and-forth direct/cross examination. 8 days. Work days, mind you, so, like 9 to 4, since judges don't want to work late. All this copying, and labeling, and boxing, and staying late, and giving up on my life, for 8 days of actual trial, and all just so that one super-rich company doesn't have to pay out to another, slightly less-rich company.
It's moments like this when I question my immediate career choice.
But - and this is a thought that came to me just this very evening while sitting on the toilet (so you know it's got to be sound and wise, righ?) - the thing is, you can't hardly ever control where you're going to end up. Maybe you're selling produce in a grocery store, or making labels in a law firm, and then the very next day, you'll be shelving books in a library. Who knows? and so, the best we can really do, I think, is take it as it comes. and make the most of it. and just press on.
Luckily for any area whisky fans, part of my 'making the most of it' seems to include accumulating whiskys, so, yeah - if you're in the neighborhood, you'll always have a glass waiting. Unless you like really peaty shit. Because, in that case, you can just go outside and lick a tree.
i don't get it - who likes peaty whisky? whatever...
-dan
email me
Recently, I went on a whisky-buying binge at Sam's. Why? well, why not, really. who doesn't love a good whisky?!
Arabs. that's who.
I am kidding.
But, really, I've been stuck in my office quite a bit lately. As in, most of my waking life for the past three weeks. On the one recent night when I had free time, I decided to treat myself. To whisky. Bottles and bottles. Differnet whisky's for different moods. I never could make up my mind.
Anyway, for those of you that don't like your whisky too peaty, or smokey, but still with body and flavor and umph!, then I would suggest Springbank. I currently ahve their 10 year old, and if things continue as they are with my job, I might even try their older bottles.
I've worked late before, and have logged long weeks. But, somehow, this is different. We're getting ready for a trial. It's scheduled to last for 5 weeks. 5 weeks of 80-100 hour weeks, I imagine. And that's after weeks and weeks of preparing for the trial. Also at, probably, about 80 hours a week. The kicker being that the 5 weeks is for evertyhing - opening/closing arguments, jury selection, other random shit that you don't even see on Law & Order. Which leaves about 8 days, my boss figures, for back-and-forth direct/cross examination. 8 days. Work days, mind you, so, like 9 to 4, since judges don't want to work late. All this copying, and labeling, and boxing, and staying late, and giving up on my life, for 8 days of actual trial, and all just so that one super-rich company doesn't have to pay out to another, slightly less-rich company.
It's moments like this when I question my immediate career choice.
But - and this is a thought that came to me just this very evening while sitting on the toilet (so you know it's got to be sound and wise, righ?) - the thing is, you can't hardly ever control where you're going to end up. Maybe you're selling produce in a grocery store, or making labels in a law firm, and then the very next day, you'll be shelving books in a library. Who knows? and so, the best we can really do, I think, is take it as it comes. and make the most of it. and just press on.
Luckily for any area whisky fans, part of my 'making the most of it' seems to include accumulating whiskys, so, yeah - if you're in the neighborhood, you'll always have a glass waiting. Unless you like really peaty shit. Because, in that case, you can just go outside and lick a tree.
i don't get it - who likes peaty whisky? whatever...
-dan
email me
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