When my wednesdays used to consist of wing night at the regal beagle and ladies night at the back alley my previous employer never looked for me on thursday mornings before ten. And after ten it was rare to see me in the office not wearing sunglasses.
That mystical third beer is what does me in on weeknights. If I get home before it's poured than I make out just fine. If I don't then things tend to snowball... especially on patio days like this.
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