At work today, I had to take a client out for not only dinner, but drinks as well. It was fine, but by the end of a second beet I was exhausted. Not the client. He's a forty something family man who insisted on doing body shots. I'm dumbemployed.
Filed Under: Overtime ( dinner drinks body shots )
Dumbemployed: Hilariously Dumb and Sad But True Stories about Jobs Like Yours
by Phil Edwards and Matt Kraft
