What's so happy about cheap booze ?

I hate Happy hours. This somewhat coworker of mine trapped me into accepting to have a drink with him and his partner after work. I hate mandatory socializing. After a while you just can’t say no. You might decline with silly lame excuses for a while such as an early meeting the next day, not being authorized to leave your house after dusk, volunteer firemen training, the need to discuss family matters with your boyfriend or that you psychic suggested you stay put but in the end you have to say yes. I hate people who are insisting. The whole midweek binge drinking for less money with loud colleagues to talk about soccer thing sounds so awfully Japanese (or awfully British) and straight: I wonder how we ended up adopting it. I don't dislike alcohol but what is wrong with drinking at a decent hour with good company or even drinking by yourself in front of a Netflix? I suspect it is another retail queen/real estate agent strategy to hit the bar, get wild, try to escape their loneliness and desperation and return to their caves before the cute yuppies stroll in for 70’s night. I just only like to start drinking if I am not going to stop until I go to bed; getting wasted and having to sober up afterwards to cook diner is just too painful. I am a lightweight and, as we noticed on Saturday night, I never know when to stop. Anyway drinking with colleagues can be so uncomfortable and even destructive to your career (just ask LL who has been trashed at most of his law events since the beginning of the year – his friends called me to set up an intervention): you always end up sharing stories you did not want to, running into some old trick you are ashamed of (one from the time you were a as “young, innocent, naive homosexual”), picking fights with South Americans, bleeding, ending up at the massage parlor next door, bleeding again and/or waking up in the wrong bed (if there is such a thing… which is disputable). Just remember the last Office Christmas party. I think I’ll order Shirley Temples and claim that I am a recovering alcoholic.

I read the most amazing article on Tribal Workers published by the Financial Time… as you could expect it is not about underpaid natives but more about the affluent urban ivy-league blog-reading overpaid over-achiever spoilt brats kind of Tribal Workers (approximately 90% of my readership because Kevin W. did not graduate from High School). It depicts so well the opportunities angst of our generation as well as its quest for validation and its false belief that everybody should be “actor of their life”: I hate to say that but I had briefly alluded to it in an earlier post (yes I am linking to myself today).

Why was I sent twice today the poorly documented Washington Post article on the decline and fall of Europe ? Wait, soon the Chinese will take over the States and you’ll be the ones crying.

And finally, dearest Kevin W. sent us the enclosed link: if you load a picture into this website, its facial recognition software tells you who you look the most like.  I look the most like Benicio Del Toro L or Thierry Henry, LL like Engelbert Humperdink and Kevin W. looks like he got kicked out from Cobalt on Saturday night.

Comments

[iLoveSushi209]

Hey, I said "when(!) I was a young, innocent, naive homosexual" you tricky Frenchman.

[LL]

I can't believe for Valentine's Day I'm being compared so someone called Humperdink. And here we all go on about how you look like Kip Pardue!