In my cube. There are three beers in my purse.
Actually, there were 12...but I emptied my purse this morning in my car. Apparently missed a few.
Last night J-woww, Hanks and I met up with several department others to cheer on our boys in a rec hockey championship game. They lost. But we put on a good show. Upon arrival, VP handed us his credit card and said, "Beers. Let's get beers," I mean, it's not like he had to strong arm us.
The family-friendly atmosphere got real rough, real quick. Those venti Starbucks cups weren't fooling anyone - filled with Jack/Coke no doubt. I'm really starting to love these people...consider the 12-pack that's now rolling around my Honda Civic a "welcome to the department"
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