ROSEMARY ABBOTT | Culture
HOLIDAY HANGOVER
Logan Renney, 28, is paying the ultimate price this morning.
The Auckland property valuer was adamant earlier this week that anyone taking today off was “soft as hell” and just looking for an excuse to milk a four-day weekend.
The self-proclaimed ‘hard grafter’ proudly declared that he’d be in the office bright and early, unlike his so-called ‘lazy’ colleagues who had strategically booked annual leave to bridge the gap between Waitangi Day and the weekend.
Our reporters were with a very hungover Logan at his desk, where he had been staring blankly at his computer screen for the past 40 minutes.
“I swear I only had a couple of craft beers,” he muttered, his head resting in his hands and looking like the soul had left his body.
Witnesses report that Logan had, in fact, been on a self-inflicted bender that started with “just one after work” and somehow spiraled into a full-blown Thursday night blowout involving tequila shots, a deep and meaningful chat with a bartender, and an ill-advised attempt at karaoke.
“I was talking so much smack about turning up fresh today. Now I’d trade my right arm to be at home in a dark room with Uber Eats on the way.”
More to come.
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