back story: Last nights blog
So we all crashed out last night at about 3 in the morning.
I managed to wake up on time and get down to the hotel lobby for breakfast at 8. No one shows up.
About 830 I call my boss. *ring, ring, ring, CLICK!*
he he, I got to wake up my boss in a hang over
call my gov rep, *ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, voicemail*
eventually get everyone up and I drive us all in to work. We get there about 930
Between people smoking, getting coffee, morning shits and all, we didn't actually start doing anything until 1030. Basicly, I wrote down some serial numbers I need for inventory, we stood around and bull shitted, then it was 1130 and lunch time. We needed to pick up a package from the hotel for parts.
The first suggestion was go back to the hotel, grab the package and a quick nap.
The general consensus was, if anyone laid down, it'd be dark when they got back up.
So what did we do? My boss says fuck it, let's go back to the hotel, we'll try again tomorrow.
I "worked" for all of an hour and a half today. It's a GORGEOUS day outside and I get to hang out on my patio in the sun and play guitar, all because my bosses and I partied to fucking hard to work.
BEST DAY EVER!!!
His website.
Personally, I believe that those days get thrown at us to keep us from going fucking postal. Treasure them.