Sometimes a beer at lunchtime becomes utterly necessary, even in a work day

Yeah, one of those days, one that at the end (that is, lunchtime), you just start laughing at it all... and have a beer.

The day did not start well; I woke up with a motherfucker (*) headache as I had been sick all the day before and was still not feeling too well. But I needed to finish (write?) that damn report I had been working on until 11pm the night before.

When I got to work by 8:30 am, Internet was slower than usual, but yet workable. Things went downhill from there. The slow internet went to a glacial pace, and from there to a not pace at all. Network was rebooted. And nothing. I was given extra special wireless powers. And nothing. This is the moment I started freaking out, since at the slow internet stage I had discovered some serious problems with the analysis for the report.


By 11:15, after being yelled at by the IT guy who also decided to walk away in the middle of the “conversation” – this guy has some serious attitude issues, mind you – in front of the entire office because I dared to need to work with lots of data, such as, huh, 500k (really), I decided to go home and work from there because there (a) nobody would yell at me; (b) I would have reliable Internet, (3) There would be two monsters happy to see me.


And off I went. I arrived home and…. GODDAMMITMOTHERFUCKER (**)!!!! THERE IS NOT FUCKING POWER!!!! AARRRRGGGHHHHHH. What to do? What to do? First, find out what happened and how long would it take for it to come back…. Ask the neighbors…. Transformer exploded at 9:30, dammit…. How long? Pepco says 2pm… eeeck… what can I do?.... POWER IS BACK!!!! Phew.

Time to work… But I am hungry; better have some lunch first. Pasta is in the microwave, pick a plate... and GODFUCKINGDAMMIT (***), I dropped the thing that breaks in 1,000 pieces. AARRRGGGHHHH…. After floors were finally clean, I picked another plate and a fork. And I DROPPED THE FORK ON THE FLOOR. Oh, the humanity, Now I had to wash the fork. And…. This was the moment when it hit me: I NEED A BEER.

So, yeah. I had a beer. At 1pm. On a work day. And it was AWESOME.

 Ok, back to that report...

(*) Huh, apparently MS Word recognizes the word “motherfucker” and does not label it a misspelled or anything. Interesting.
(**) Double “Huh”, MS Word did not complain about GODDAMMITMOTHERFUCKER either. Go figure.
(***) Yeah, it didn’t complain about that one either.