The Morning After
I love the day after a holiday party. Seeing people try to put their office face on after having so shamelessly let it slide just hours before is worth dragging my tired butt out of bed. It’s going to be really tough to take some of these people seriously with mental snapshots of them flashing in my head. They’ll be frozen in my mind’s time wearing reindeer antlers, head thrown back, mouth open with too many teeth showing, hair stuck to their sweaty cheeks, playing air guitar and bumping and grinding with the nearest sweaty body. If only work were this fun every day.