“How’d it go this weekend?” I asked before I took a bite of my Greek salad.
“Aw man, it was rough. Only two of us showed up on time, including me. I was really tired, since I had a date the night before. Totally hot.” I watched as John closed his eyes and smiled at the memory.
“Anyway,” he continued, “the three associates who were late got cut from the list of finalists. Believe me, I was wide awake when that happened. Mal had us working on scenarios and strategies for the Smithson project. My brain literally hurt by the time we finished on Saturday night. It was midnight, man! And then, Sunday? It was the same thing all over again. I had to drink three cups of coffee this morning to stay awake at my desk.”
“But you like it, right?”
“Oh yeah! It’s awesome. I just need more sleep.”
“You always tell me that you’ll sleep when you’re dead.”