September 02, 2004

Beer, work. Work, beer.

Thursday, noisy and rambunctious, feels like Friday because it is?

We're taking tomorrow, as I mentioned in my last entry, off. That makes today the end of the week. That makes us, er, goof off. Two of the architects went on a beer run to the store down the street and brought back two six-packs. Yeehaw!

I'm sitting at my very secretarial desk tallying up business expenses and scheduling overnight deliveries with a bottle of Negra Modelo next to me. Good afternoon, RDFHDSJF Architects, beer speaking? Note to self: Negra Modelo isn't really what I look for in a beer. Dark, slightly, tasty, only slightly.

What the hell am I talking about? It's beer, at work. It's fucking great.

Posted by dianna at September 2, 2004 04:27 PM