Dear Tuesday Night Work Party,

Kudos for having super-hot Australian CEO hit on you. Seriously, he's a super hot dreamy mess. Maybe you should have stuck close to him instead of going on a drinking binge with a bunch of your co-workers that may or may not talk to you ever again.

Not so great? The fact that you really don't remember the rest of the evening and that you may or may not have tried to get two male co-workers to fight over your affection, is slightly troubling.

More troubling? The giant bruise on the palm of your left hand, elbow and the mild concussion on your head.

Most troubling? Waking up in the shower, which you were apparently sleeping in for over 4 hours. Note to self, teach dog CPR in case I drown next time.

Good job, Tuesday night. Now I need that new job even more than ever because showing my face around this place sure smarts.

*Sobriety is worth a shot,

Blondie

*pun intended