What do you mean, I only have $3 left?
Today I woke up so sick that I honestly considered throwing up in my bed because I couldn’t stand the thought of standing up. Even after I ended up heaving in the proper sanitary facility (twice), I was still nauseatingly drunk at NOON. Questions that were addressed this morning: Is it worse to blow off an important training meeting at work or attend said meeting still reeking of alcohol? And how did I spend 40 bucks during a night of free drinks and no cab rides? I decided throwing up in front of my new boss was worse than being a no show, and set down to solve the mystery of the missing money.
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