… For Disaster.
I decided to bring back 2 bottles of Rum from my trip. One for the company, and one for my development team. Unfortunately the team was only able to finish a quarter of it, and now the bottle sits on my desk. Every time I look up I see this fancy bottle of Brugal rum, just sitting there, taunting me. Sometimes I can’t resist the urge so I pick the bottle up, just to feel the weight in my hands, it’s cool smooth surface is a comfort to touch. When I am tired of looking at my monitor, I find myself sneaking longing glances at the bottle, and I can almost hear it say, “come on Danny, just take a sip, one sip won’t hurt nobody, screw what the doctor says”.
I think I may now be an alcoholic, damn all-you-can-drink resorts.