A Proper Day’s Work

Today was probably the first day in five years that I’ve done a proper day’s work. During COVID, they forgot about me in Scotland. The US office assumed I was reporting there, and the Scottish office decided I was America’s problem. That led to years of collecting a paycheck while I took long walks around Edinburgh and had brunch. The gravy train is over, it seems. I’m in the thick of it again, LARPing as a project manager. Dealing with consultants and corporate employees seconded to this project is like herding cats. I decided I’ve earned a drink. I haven’t so much as smelled alcohol in probably a year. I picked up a bottle of Redbreast 12, and let me tell you, it’s fucking delicious. As Mungo Jerry once said, “Have a drink, have a drive, go out and see what you can find.” But actually, no, don’t do that. Maybe just the drinking part.