Yesterday morning I got an email from one of the big guys at work saying that there had been some kind of water leak on the floor above us but that the damage was limited. Unfortunately, the limited area included my cube.
When I arrived, this is what I walked into:
To say that yesterday was a bad day would be an understatement. So how did I make it better?
A trip to the Blind Pig on 14th and 3rd for a bucket of craft beer which included summertime favorites like this:
And at the end of the night, only a graveyard of deliciousness remained…
So if you’re ever having a bad day, head to your nearest watering hole come hell or high watermelon and get your nude beach on. It’s the only solution.