I always need a drink on a Sunday!
The very thought of another working week about to start makes me want to have several drinks ... one at a time or all together ... I don't mind!
It's the driving, you see. It's depressing!
Of late, I have only been working Monday to Friday ... a weekend spent working is, for the moment, something other people do ... but over that five day period I have been driving well in excess of 300 miles.
I know that 300 miles in itself is not that far but, you have to consider that as I drive, the conversations that I engage in (with clients) rarely achieve standards higher than ....
"George!"
"Yes?"
"Y'all right, George?"
"I'm all right! How are you?"
"Dunno. Gonna see my friend tomorrow."
"Which friend?"
"Dunno".
Pause for short blast of Meat Loaf, even though Billy Joel is currently entertaining us via CD.
"George!"
"Yes?"
"Y'all right, George?"
And so it goes.
Scintillating stuff, isn't it!
And winter doesn't help either. Everything is always so dark and dreary! And what with Christmas just around the corner ... well, it's such a depressing time of year, isn't it?
And if someone else wishes me 'Happy Holidays' instead of 'Merry Christmas', then I think I'll go mad ... after I slap 'em around the head a bit first.
Don't mind me ... I'll be fine ... by summer!
Now, 'scuse me while I go and wage war on that bottle of Glenfiddich in the drinks cabinet.
