…has felt so long, even though I got yesterday off.
I was pretty hung over this morning, having not drunk enough water, so I had a Berocca (the only good thing the Australians ever did for me, excepting Steve Cook). These things are really good, the equivalent of a Japanese genki drink without the caffeine. And they come in fizzy tablet form, so all ya need is a glass of water.
But then (names withheld) I heard a giant row at the office, where someone who I thought just had his head in the sand really had his head shoved up his boss’ ass. Sometimes it’s important to rock the boat, to perform due diligence and discover that what you’re about to do might be bad for you and your company. He refuses to do so, and it’s at his own peril. I just hope it doesn’t bring the entire company down around me. The Japanese seem to be really good at hiding and forgetting about their mistakes. The problem with this, of course, is that they never learn from their own history. :( It took my grandmother a while to convince me of that one, and thank goodness she did!