It Was a Very Good Beer
One of my co-workers had her last day on the job. She was actually let go. I feel bad for her, but I never quite knew what she did, as she never seemed to be in the office. And unlike my job, hers did not normally require travel.
So I guess I'm saying, I'm not sure if the firing was justified or not.
The problem with goings-away like these is the person of honour is bitter bitter bitter. You want to empathize with them, but don't want it to be the only topic of conversation. It was.
Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), my man-date, Scott, was there, so we had a good time. There was also the office lesbian. None of us at the office have much of a filter and we all get along fairly well, so it wasn't long before conversation took many a bad, but funny turn.
And I should know this after years of the drink: eat.
Sure I only had four beers, but they were 22 oz ones. Eating two chicken wings and one onion ring is hardly dinner. Nor does that absorb any liquor.
No worries, the plan was for me to work from home on Friday, and I did. While I had a restless night of sleep (or lack thereof), I wasn't hungover at all in the morning.
Sad in a way. It used to be that four beers was what I used to have before going out for the night. Now it is my might. .....and then some.
Oh no......I think I'm grown up now.
Song by: Homer Simpson