The hits just keep on hitting. Turns out some people have consciences here, I'm not one of them.
I was the devil on their shoulder, telling them to let it go and forget about it. Oh, no that would be wrong. They called the bar and told them we didn't pay.
I bet they wish they were as evil as me.
One of the real drunkies spent the morning in the restroom. One missed her flight because she fell asleep at the gate while on the phone with HK--who, yes, made her flight to New York.
Half of us want to curl up in balls under our desk.
Me, I'm just entertained by it all.
Happy hour going away party: $900**
My portion of the bill: $200
Seeing co-workers drunk: priceless
**Uh, huh. Were we drinking Dom? Cristal? Who the fuck has that kind of tab?
5 comments:
nothing like an office place full of issues taking on a bar tab, huh? How many factored into that $900? Cuz I'm thinking our disfunctional crew could have done some DAMAGE and there are only 5 of us.
sadly just 5 of us (out of 28) were there to honor her
Maybe that's why the place is called Mercy - 'cause that's what you say when you get the tab.
OW! Too bad you left early, who knows what all they drank after you left. I go to happy hour with some family almost every week. And lets just say on $1 beer night we still make some pretty hefty damage!
that tab is reason enough not to become an alcoholic.
How do they do it?
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