We all know him. We've seen him. Maybe you went out to a nightclub and he was dancing like he was having a seizure. Or maybe you went to a Christmas party and he was the one who was the party drunk.
Last Friday night, we had our office Christmas party. After four too many very heavy-handed gin and tonics, I became "that" guy. Loud. Obnoxious. Saying things I shouldn't have said.
Fortunately, no major, irreparable damage was done to my professional career.
Note to self: next year, drink Sprite!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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