Today while working late in the office I broke one of my cardinal rules. I worked late.
Strange when the pressures of responsibility come crashing down. Still, got home in time to watch Syriana. Hmm intriguing. Couple of drinkies and then you can come up for air. Work a distant memory now and back hunched over the keys again when I should be sleeping. Ah soon, but not soon enough.
Incidentally, had an idea for a new category today: rules for good living. I know, I know it sounds cliched, but the thing is I reckon we only put really useful stuff in. No punch-line stuff either. Actually good bona fide rules for living. I’ve started the ball rolling above.
Well I appreciated you working late – and you got chocolate profiteroles by way of thanks. Very admirable to stick to your no working late policy as much as you do – keep it up.