Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

The other night, after a very long day at work where I just about lost the plot on several occasions due to external forces trying to derail my project that was already on an insane timeline, I ended up meeting Justin for drinks. He too had had a tough day and we decided it was going to be a bit of a drinking contest - not for bragging rights but more for memory loss.

Unsure I was going to be able to keep up to the Drinking King himself - self proclaimed during a recent Vegas trip for Halloween and hereby forever known as - I arrived to find a lovely and welcoming Vodka martini waiting for me at V Lounge - I have such great friends! I also arrived to find some ex-coworkers from the degenerate gambling company (as Streefy calls it) who are, well...let's just say they are fine examples of douchebagery when drunk.

Between ignoring them as much as possible, watching them hit on all the girls in our area of the bar, and trying to get them to stop talking to us, we competed for who had the worst day. I have to admit - I lost this round. Justin's win was primarily due to a story from an ex-employee who was recently let go and who, for some reason, decided to send one last parting gift to the company and his co-workers. I would've guessed anything from a lawsuit, to a surprise visit, to a very angry letter/email littered with foul language. But no, this particular ex-employee decided to send a cake. That's right - a cake, accompanied by a Bible quote, Ecclesiastes 2:24, that says one should find satisfaction in one's work. Not really sure what that's supposed to mean, but if i were them, I'd start wearing bulletproof vests and stay away from the windows...just saying.