Turns out, it is no longer cool to pour yourself a drink in the workplace during working hours - EVEN if you think it is a good idea and you think it will help you get through the rest of the day listening to your whiny co-workers and random people who call you on the phone and open with "I need a favor!" I believe that starting with "Hello Michel. How are you? This is blah blah" might help your chances of getting said favor (but likely won't.)
So after my atrocious day (and I'm really not even sure why -- I just know I didn't like it) I looked up at my little post-it note I stuck to my computer that said, WWDDD? (what would Donald Draper Do?) and promptly realized that what I am MISSING is a drink! A drink would make everything better - you know, take the edge off.....
So I went on a mission to find myself a drink. First of all, Why in God's Name do we have PIMMS in the office?? Who let the British into our Embassy?? Plus, WTF IS that stuff?! For the record, Donald Draper would NEVER drink PIMMS. It even sounds sissy! (No offense pimms drinkers, well, technically you're sissy, but still...it's rude to say so. I should only think that INSIDE not say it outside.)
And then I found it: SCOTCH. Not just any scotch, but a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label that I forgot I bought for my hubby when I was bored at Duty Free in Dubai and couldn't figure out the conversion rate so I just figured it was a good deal because it was free of duty. God only knows how much duty adds to a product. Obviously, the conditions were perfect for the purchase.
So I found a little glass (of course, it was a juice glass - so it kinda ruined the whole Donald Draper effect) and I poured myself a scotch rocks and after my co-workers confirmed that yes, I was having a drink...yes, I knew it was only 4 pm and yes, I can and will have this drink while I am sitting at my desk in a non-happy hour situation - I took a big ole swig!
That shit is NOT yummy!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH DONALD DRAPER!? I'm considering breaking up with him and no longer telling everyone he is my boyfriend. But then I remembered: that was Josh's scotch!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH JOSH!?
I wonder what Pimms tastes like...
Sometimes? I'm Judgmental. Also, Seattle!
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