damnromulans
Klingons do not faint
Back from a happy hour with my company which took place at a local brewery (Legend). Lots of cool folks, plenty of beer, got a chance to show some actual personality for a change after being a software testing mole all week. Chatted for a while with one of my female coworkers who I hadn't seen since I got put on a project, and I'd forgotten how unbelievably hot she is. Like a fucking 11,000 out of 10. Dear holy Christ. Damn her to hell for being married.
This is a really stupid and childish thing to say but I can't wait to come home and have a real job so I can do things like go to happy hour. There is no fucking happy hour here because the drinking nights are exactly like work with speeches, bowing, and having to run around pouring beer for the male teachers.