Let the Good Time Roll

You know how at the end of the night, there’s always some asshole who orders that extra pitcher that’s a really bad idea and nobody needs anymore? And you have to drink it, since it can’t go to waste. But you can barely drink anymore, so the going is slower than a glacier, and you just kind of sit there, not talking, staring at the beer that doesn’t seem to dwindle like it’s your own worst enemy?

We have three hours of admin today, two hours of admin on Wednesday, and another hour – just ‘cause you can never have enough of a good thing – on Friday.

There’s a connection between the last two paragraphs, but I’m so chock-full of admin right now I can’t figure it out.

Avenge me.