There's something about waking up hungover and finding that five of your colleagues have friended you on Facebook. It feels good but also bad, and then you vomit.
Going for drinks with the office used to mean letting loose a little, letting your hair down, maybe making out with the hot chick you're always seeing by the copier. Now it's all fear and side glances while you remind yourself not to mention how much you hate the company, or the whole industry really, or maybe even just the world.
But then you do. You mention all of it. I mean really, you spend thirty plus years training your body to think it's okay to do whatever the fuck it wants once some liquor is in it and then suddenly you're expected to maintain your professional integrity while bonding with the team over tequila. It's ridiculous!
You can take a certain solace in your friend requests the next morning, but it's a mixed bag - you've achieved a certain popularity within the team, but also a greater likelihood of being fired.
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