It’s getting to quitting time on St. Patrick’s day.
4:30 is close enough, right? I mean, it’s 5:00 somewhere in the world….
Time to celebrate! Time to be sociable! Time to show people that you do not just switch off and hide in a closet at the end of the day. Or at least, not every day.
So you put down your pen and clear off your desk… (Or, you know, shut off your computer and shove that pile of random desk litter to the side. Whatever. It’s a metaphor.)
Because clearly you’ve been productive today and staring out the window did not happen at all.
You get ready for a little bit of revelry.
The 19+ crowd is out in full force today, all wearing green, many wearing vaguely propositional clothing of some sort.
Lift a glass or two.
On St. Patrick’s day, the correct pronunciation is “One, two, three, floor.”
But not too many…
“If I have to clean up the aftermath of your drunken debauchery again this year, I swear….”
Because no one wants a bar fight.
Those hoodlums can be quite menacing with their goofy hats, goofy glasses, and giant, uncoordinated toddler-walk.
And it’s probably better not to end up like this…
“Have I … have I ever told you … that you’re ama-z-ing? Like … seriously man. You’re like … you’re like the wind beneath my wings, dude. Let’s go get more beer.”
“ZZZZZZZ…. *Snort* What? Totally awake guys. I am. I swear. What’d I miss?”
Why the concern? Because tomorrow is a work day.
Have fun and stay safe!