Bad briefs and two beers

My second day at the new office. I just moved into my new house last night. My house. Sounds good. Especially cos I'm payin squat for it. Anyway, after I moved in settled down, and set the AC on freeze, I fell asleep reading quotes from famous creatives the world over. When I'm a famous creative I would like to write some quotes too. Not right now though. Anyway, I woke up to a ring tone that sounded vaguely familiar. Then I really woke up and it sounded really familiar. Was the driver saying that I was meant to be in a meeting at that very minute in the office. Difficult because I was still nude. Difficult because I didn't know that there was a meeting at all. Difficult because it was my first saturday here. What happened to quality (read alone) time? Anyway, I took a cab, n got ripped off cos my swa is 'different' but it's all part of the learning experience. Walked into my first meeting an hour late and I must say it was a success. The part of it that I attended. In fact I stayed behind with my boss, beaming inside at my meaningful contributions. Then he briefed me on some work from the meeting and like a boy scout I got on it right away. As soon as I was done, I ran up to his office all beaming like 'look what I did'. Turns out I understood the brief wrong. Sullen, I walked out of the office to inflate my violated ego with good coastal food. Met a couple of my workmates who forced me to have a beer. And then another. And then I ate. I'm now back at the office. My ego feels much better... and it wasn't the drinks, I only had two. I think it was the fact that I'm going to look back at today and laugh.

P.S I have a note that says 10,000 sh on it. Inflation is wicked cool.