Oy vey! Lets see: woke up late, head hurts, spilled coffee on self when bus slammed on breaks, changed into clean shirt at work, slip into chair in front of desk, turn on computer and BAM up comes a message that I have to attend a hearing and take notes as a bunch of lawyers argue over the definition of "take".
Idiots, take means pull in the slack and hold me.
Finally return to desk, head still hurts, smell like Festive Ale (or is it Ail?) and close door hoping no one bothers me until conference call at 1.
Oh the debauchery!
Glad to hang with the Portland crew last night. Looking forward to doing it again. Perfect location I thought. Waiter was a putz though.