Alasdair Kimball/Pharazôn (pharazon) wrote in opus_two, @ 2009-10-27 23:07:00 |
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Current mood: | melancholy |
*After his meeting, goes back to his office to work late (as always, because it's the best way to avoid the traffic jams at rush hour and he does so hate being stuck in a traffic jam).*
*Didn't take the usual level of delight in tearing apart the opposition today, owing to certain distractions.*
*Decides that a trip to a pub is in order after he finishes up at the office.*
*Reasons that if he gets totally smashed (which he probably will), he can always work from home tomorrow. If anyone complains, well screw them. Where's the fun in being the boss if it can't be one rule for you and another for the peons?*
*Finds a familiar bar (meaning one where he can find all the exits even in a drunken stupor) and picks a relatively quiet corner to install himself.*