The Company met its financial goals for the month, so like always- they reserved a restaurant downtown for an employees-only party. One of the money-managers tried his best to convince me to go tonight but I wasn’t in the mood. A night of fried chicken, drinks, and work place gossip does sound a bit intriguing but my little stop by the Meaders café was well worth it. The Irish guy is a dashing Byronic type and I don’t mind saying that I get refills just to hear him ordering people about in the kitchen.
On a side note, I am finding that I lose my sense of direction when I get off elevators. There was an incident today. But I should say that the man I ran into was merely the Tuxedo Man who stands at the elevator all day long. It’s possible that I was the highlight of his day.