For the last departmental picnic, management had decided that, due to
liability issues, we could have alcohol, but only one (1) drink per
person. I was fired for ordering the cups.
Imagine my surprise when I went into work last night and saw this posted with our company picnic notice… could there be another studio 8er there….
Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed of night.
-James Joyce