A few weeks ago on Saturday, I (m/26) drank one too many. When I came home at 7 in the morning, I just wanted to go to bed, but my business partner/good friend called me and said that on Saturday he agreed to an expansion on an (apparently) finished order for a customer. That meant that I had to go to the office again and update the order because it's for one hell of an important customer. I called two of our best coworkers and begged them to write the offer, but no one wanted to do it. That meant that I really did have to "creep" into the office. In the building where our business offices are, we rented two floors. One floor we share with another company, and that's where my office is. When I got there, I thought I was alone on the floor. So I cursed out the customer with my office door open and I did not watch my language at all. Then at some point I felt like I was going to be sick, and on the way to the bathroom, my office door to be exact, everything came up. The whole hallway was full of puke. I thought to myself that I'd let it be for a second because the customer was more important. So I went to my office again and worked some more, but then the feeling came over me again, and I puked at my office door again. At some point I realized that I could work better lying down, so I took my laptop and lay on the floor and kept writing. Then, the whole other company that's also on my floor came out of the presentation room that's directly across from my office. They had an office party or something, but in any case, most of them are women (marketing company). They saw the whole mess and that I had thought I was alone because my door was wide open. Hallway full of puke, my whole folder open on the floor, me lying on the floor in my undershirt working on my laptop. It must really have been a sexy sight. Sorry girls.
Posted on 23.01.2013, 03:59:02 CET