I worked late Friday night. We have a client that is implementing a COTS system and go-live is first thing Monday morning. So, being the Project Manager, it's my job to make sure all is in order when the switch is flipped.
But, there is another reason I worked late. I decided to have drinks with Jake after work. Although, Jake and I have gotten together for lunch a couple of times, I've never had the nerve to meet him after work when alcohol would be involved. I've told Jake that I didn't trust myself with him in that type of environment - smoky bar, booty music, booze. Um, no. Not a good combination of elements at all. Some people have that characteristic that allows you to see both the angel and devil in things. I didn't get that trait. Actually, I think I did get it except mine is terribly flawed.
I told Matt that I would be working extremely late that night and that he should make other plans if he didn't want to stay home. He decided to get together with a few friends and catch some UFC fight. So, I knew that I would be able to hang out with Jake as long as I liked without having to rush home.
Work only needed me until about 7:30 p.m. so I packed up my belongings and headed out the door. On the way to the bar, I was getting really nervous and even guilt-ridden. I kept hearing the whisper of my conscience but I tried to pay it no attention. Rationlization started to set in and I came up with tons of reasons why it was perfectly fine for me to meet up with Jake that night.
1. We're just friends.
2. It's only a couple of drinks for a couple of hours.
3. Matt is probably out fucking some girl.
4. We're just friends.
See. My angel is broken.
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