1, that for some reason she didn’t believe I was drunk and 2, even though I already apologized, she still brought it to our boss. So I apologized again, reassured her I was drunk and gave her references, my boss gave me a speech and tried to be topical by throwing in #metoo into to it (which made me roll my eyes hearing some of the stuff he has said about women). She said “At first, I was ‘nah, this just Redacted’ but then I was thinking you weren’t drunk”. Now something she said really puzzled me. ”įast forward to yesterday, I am called into my work place’s office because of it. This isn’t a case of “oops, I misread things and made a pass at someone and now it’s awkward”, this is “I knew it was wrong and I fucking did it anyway. That alone is going to undermine literally everything else you say. Because this right here? This is going to be coming up over and over again because you knew damn good and well that you shouldn’t be doing this. The next morning, I texted her again saying that I am sorry about last night.Ĭhrist, when you fuck up, you don’t fuck up small, do you, RA? Let me underline this particular passage: “knowing this was wrong, I was apologizing while still texting.” Read what you wrote over again. After about 6 rapid fire text, I was able to stop. Knowing this was wrong, I was apologizing while still texting and said not to pay attention to me because I am drunk. It’s far better to know how to maintain a pleasant but low-key buzz than it is to just down a fucking bottle of tequila, which is just going to lead to incredibly stupid decisions.Īfter the bottle was empty and I was 100% trashed, I texted a co-worker/friend, V, some very lewd things. The idea of “I don’t do this often, so I go balls out when I do” is how you end up puking up all your regrets as you try to piece together the memory of just how you fucked up. Experienced drinkers know better than to just get absolutely fucked up. This is your first mistake in fact, this is some amateur hour shit. OK, I’m going to stop you right there, man. This started about 3 weeks ago, I was celebrating a big accomplishment by treating myself to a fifth of tequila (I don’t really drink that often, maybe like 4 times a year, so when I drink, I drink). I don’t know why I’m asking you this, I’m pretty sure I know what you’re going to tell me but hey, maybe I just need to vent. It’s time to put on the scrubs and dig into this particular corpse. So come up to the lab and see what’s on the slab. Sometimes it requires a session with The Chair Leg of Truth. On other occasions, the circumstances require more than just surgery. These questions typically need a deeper dive into just what went wrong, a sort of exploratory emotional surgury – a dating Post-Mortem if you will. On occasion, I’ll get a request for advice on a situation that’s more layered and complex than a typical Ask Dr.
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