On Saturday night I went to a work function. I got dressed up and wasted. It was possibly fun, but when I woke up in the morning, I couldn't remember the end of the night. When dealing with the people who sign my paycheck, that is an exceptionally terrible feeling. Had I quit my job? Did I say something to get me fired? Did I slur nonstop about loving everybody a lot? Did I fall down? No idea. My boyfriend told me that I threw up before assing out at 10pm. I'm not a barfer so this was concerning.
I avoided getting out of bed for as long as possible. We watched some of the SNL from that week and this clip of the electoral map got me to smile again.
I've always wanted to live on an island.
I eventually let my less-hungover boyfriend leave and I continued to spend that whole gorgeous Sunday watching internet television and stewing about whether to call my coworkers and ask for a rundown on how much of an ass I'd made out of myself. (I didn't.)
The bad news is that I missed out on perhaps the last nice day of this calendar year. The good news is that I got into the office today to find out that most people I worked with were equally hammered and I did just fine. Still, I'm going to rethink the complimentary red wine at future events and never again allow my bosses to see my Saturday face.
I avoided getting out of bed for as long as possible. We watched some of the SNL from that week and this clip of the electoral map got me to smile again.
I've always wanted to live on an island.
I eventually let my less-hungover boyfriend leave and I continued to spend that whole gorgeous Sunday watching internet television and stewing about whether to call my coworkers and ask for a rundown on how much of an ass I'd made out of myself. (I didn't.)
The bad news is that I missed out on perhaps the last nice day of this calendar year. The good news is that I got into the office today to find out that most people I worked with were equally hammered and I did just fine. Still, I'm going to rethink the complimentary red wine at future events and never again allow my bosses to see my Saturday face.
I have this nagging feeling I got SUPER emo with your boss and the male paralegal towards the end of the night. She and I both avoided eye contact all day. I don't know what transpired, but I can feel in my bones that it was something pathetic.
final verdict: I'd totally do it again.
Posted by: anastasia von | October 28, 2008 at 12:13 AM