Morning after check list…

September 16, 2005

Hmmm… wake at 930am - should be at work by now - bugger

Checklist:

Memory - not great, but better than it has any right to be.
Head of Death - check
Vodka after taste - check
No blood - check
Wallet - check
Money - nope - but on account of evenings travels - to be expected
Credit Cards - check
Receipts - check (god damn it!)
Mobile - check - that’s good work - I’ve lost so many in my time
Car and house keys - still in door - not good - but at least they are here (well how else would I have got in I guess - I’m 14 floors up - I doubt I would of climbed even though I am a bit of a monkey)
Computer turned on - evidence of drunk blogging and slightly abusive email sending - hmmm - ok though as it was only my friend dibs and he is used to getting abuse from me
Phone call/txt msg lists - one call to Umi (the girl) - text msg’s as well - bad spelling - but general gist is that we have had a good night and I am charming when wasted. Excellent.
No evidence of declaring undying love for anyone - brilliant! (although later I found the post below this in drafts)
General Time span estimate - diving out of awkward mind numbing shipping company cocktail party fiasco after only 40 mins (shake hands - smile - raid bar - do a runner) then have moved to Amsterdam bar Bugil’s - then have evidence of arriving at ”MyBar” (Umi’s place) at around 1030pm judging from reports - evidence of returning home at 3am according to blogger comment post. On a school night. Disgraceful. But not uncommon.
Get sorted, take the lift down to basement, intend to drive car to work - aha
Yes were is my car?
Takes me a few minutes to remember I left it at the office and wasn’t actually driving - relief fills me up - having to explain I had “lost” my car and have no idea where it could be, might of gotten me sacked.
Actually it would of gotten me sacked.
Now memory of argument with mercenary taxi driver comes back to me - it sounded like when Dr.Jones and Short Round argue over cards in the Temple of Doom - ”You lie! you very bad man! you no use meter! no fun! me no pay! bad man! yes you! bad man!”
Arrive at work and find a bid and matching offer that means we have sold a 20ft container of tea to Dubai.
I vote work done for the day - and my vote is the only one that counts.
Read news - Robots will soon be in our homes - really looking forward to this - I like robots.
Make plans for lunch and hair of the dog at the pub called Mad Dog. (ps hair of the dog = antidote for hangover - which is basically more alcohol)
Umi finishes work at 1am tonight - splendid - she can look after the items on the upcoming evenings checklist instead.
Hanh comes on yahoo msgnr - she’s having a boy - Febuary next year - fuck.