Monday, January 10, 2011

I die.

Last night, due to the cataclysmic Armageddon-esque blizzard that the Dallas-Fort Worth area was in store for, my company decided to enact what we call "Ice Crew."

For those of you who do not work for my company, consider yourselves lucky and also, Ice Crew is where our company puts a skeleton staff in key departments up at a nearby (and surprisingly nice-ish) hotel so we can be safely shuttled to work and be able to still function.

My fun coworkers have come to know this as, bring lots alcohol and get drunk in a hotel room together.

This always seems like a good idea.  We have zero driving responsibilities and we even get to expense our dinners.  So we spend the money we save on food on screw top wine bottles, beer stored in makeshift trashcan ice coolers, and Seagram's whiskey...  I felt like a Kennedy!

Cut to my 7 AM Taylor Swift cell phone alarm, and I felt like a Kennedy...

I fell out of the most comfortable hotel bed of ever and was greeted by dual shower head that was almost a religious experience.  Then came the getting ready and putting on of clothes...  Luckily there was a Starbucks in the lobby.  That way my corpse will at least have something for the coroner to pry out of my cold dead fingers.


Anonymous said...

I think the lack of commentary is a direct reflection of the lack of interest in this mind-numbing post.

John said...

Somebody has a case of the Mondays. This is mind-numbing, because I wrote it with a wine hangover. Nothing gets past you!

As always, thanks for reading!

Anonymous said...

Hahaha. I liked this post.
Especially the part about you being a Kennedy.


angelica said...

I like the post too. especially the graphics. helped to navigate