office politics can always be resolved with spirits

at work i am barely third tier.

i make very little, i have only the amount of clout i can earn through my american smile and charisma (read: only with geek boys and the clinically insane), and i am by no means cool enough to believe in yoga boxes or drum and bass.

so it was no surprise i was not included on the 4 seat guest list for a publishing party/whiskey tasting.

but low and behold, miracle of miracles, multiple drop outs later i am the last minute pinch hitter for the shop.


and i must say it gave me no small pleasure to turn up fashionably late from having impromtu cocktails with friends and ended up knowing more people there than any of the managers who insisted on coming. plus, i revealed my snazzy (read: entirely lame publisher produced) business cards - but at least i have them. fuck head office denying me, if i am ever going to make it out i need contacts and i need them fast.

all pettiness and balding thirty-something co-workers aside, i love the publishing association and spanish port cask single malts (110+% proof).


ps - i am drunk.