So much to do.. So little time
Wow has it been busy at work this week.
I had a couple of things to do which required creative energy which I really don’t have right now. So I have farmed one bit off to someone else to handle. I kind of used an old tactic that I used to use when I was a PA. Go to the boss, present the situation, and ask him to prioritise it for me. He didn’t mention names, but did make some round about suggestions. Mission accomplished, and potential for stress has been reduced!
I went out on Thursday last week with people from work, from my team and had a bit to drink. Hadn’t actually drunk THAT much to start with, but the boys did invite some drunk man wearing a fluoro vest to sit with us whilst we were at the pub. He had been drinking Jacks n Coke UDL’s and was very sad and sleazy. He grabbed my hand, looked deeply into my eyes and told me to look into his eyes. That I knew what was right, what I had to do, then he said “I have money too, and you know what that means” and I’m like.. wha? looking for help. One of my mates then looked at me and said, “are you cold?” and quick as a flash I replied, “yes I am” and ripped my hand from his as he was leaning in for the snog *gag* and my mate picked up my bag and asociated umbrellas etc and dragged me off inside.
The drunk dude then wandered over to another table where other co-workers were sitting, and went in to snog the missus of one of them. Her partner then stood up and started roaring at the drunk dude and telling him to leave the pub now. Lots of noise, scared the dude.. who walked around the front, saw me sitting (surrounded by mates) and stared at me through the window. CREEPY.
After he wandered off, we had a sculling competition, and I beat one of the guys in my team by sculling 2 pints of Guinness in less than 3 minutes. They paid for my next one. I think I had 7 or 8 pints that night. I felt a little seedy the next day but nothing serious, and my mate has had his “man card” revoked. 
Problem with this new workplace is that everyone likes drinking, and ya know, it’s fun.
I might go to the pub again tomorrow 