so we're coming to find that people work for 12 hours then party for 12 hours. just to show up, refreshed. i've always had pride in my irish and native american decent [ie engineered to be an alcoholic] but i shamefully admit, i can't keep up. we're sitting at work and the 'kids table' is hating their lives while everyone else who drank as much or more, is going about their business being productive.
at a samba bar. the live samba band.
how the end of the night looks.if anybody needs me today, i'll be at the water cooler.
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