If you ever wanted an example of exactly why Napolean, my boss, drives me nutso, I submit the following evidence:
To herald in our new website with a proper Irish (Irish American) celebration I'd like to invite (on me) the office out to a local pub for a few pints next week when I'm back up. Guinness must be available at the pub selected to make this a proper
First off - Wednesday night is my yoga night. He knows this.
Second off - I don't drink Guinness.
Well, it's not like I'm the guest of honor. Oh, wait, yea, I am.
Alas, Napolean's trip north got cancelled, so I got a reprieve.
Karma is wonderful.