Something to ponder...

With a minor reshuffling of the corporate hierarchy, I was just getting a very brief (what you can only really call) "exit report" from the construction manager for the project I'm woking on, when he casually mentions that the president of the General Contractor on site was always pissed whenever they spoke after noon... more as a "heads up" than anything, I imagine...

Then he asks, "So, do you drink?"
Me: Yeah, you could say that.
Him: That's alright... myself, I quit a few years back.
Me: I should probably consider that, too.
Him: What?! How old are you?
Me: Twenty-six.
Him: Oh, you've got a solid ten more good drinking years left in ya...
Me: {Incredulous}
Him: Really, until your kids are old enough to notice, don't worry about it.
Me: {oddly comforted}

I'm going to miss working with him....