“If anybody is REALLY hungover, people are meeting in the lobby at 11:45am to go to Mr. Beef on Orleans. FYI.”
That was the first line of an email sent out to all of the creative staff at my agency this morning.
Explanation: our holiday party was last night.
I might be dragging a bit thanks to a few too many glasses of prosecco, but at least I actually came to work today, which is more than a lot of people can say.
I’m going to go ahead and assume that this is going to be a pretty low-key workday.