We have another manager visiting from the UK this week, so the UK workforce head out for some beers and food in Mont Kiara, which is good.
The extra mojitos were probably not such a good idea.
The extra bacardi shots for the extra mojitos was probably an even worse idea.
I get home about 1 am, cook some fishfingers and plop into bed at about 2 am. What seemed like 5 minutes later, the alarm goes off and I feel like like death. Despite being the oldest out last night, I am proud to say that at least I made it to the office by 9 am, unlike the other two... one "worked form home" whilst the other "worked UK hours today" and turned up at 1 pm.
No names being mentioned here, but they know who they are.
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