It’s been a week… First week back to work after being laid off for almost 5 months. I’m sore, I’m tired, I made some good money.
I’m waiting for the guys to wake up. Last night we went out to dinner and had a few drinks. These guys decided at some point that we should go to the strip club.
They all looked at me like they needed my permission. I said we could go wherever they wanted.
After a week of listening to the jokes about being the oldest guy in the company, there I was babysitting at a strip club…
These guys should be up already and we should be starting work right now. Instead, these lightweights are all texting me begging for another hour or two…
Rookies!
Me..? I’m drinking coffee and eating carrot cake. Wondering if I should hit up the pool or start banging on doors???
