I'm not the biggest party animal. A few drinks on a Friday, and I'm usually ready for bed. But last night, my best friend was leaving town, and well, it felt wrong not to give her a proper send-off.Only god knows how many shots we did that night.

This morning,My head felt like someone was playing the drums inside it, and my stomach was doing backflips. But hey, gotta pay the bills, right? Coffee and a greasy breakfast seemed like a solid plan... until it wasn't.

I get to work, looking like a zombie from The Walking Dead, and my coworkers are all giggles and whispers. Turns out, I smell like shit. Whatever, I just need to make it to lunchtime. But of course, HR decides today is the day for an impromptu team-building exercise,the cheesy ones where you have to trust-fall into your coworkers' arms? Yeah, my stomach was NOT having it.

Finally, my turn comes up. Everyone's got these pity smiles plastered on their faces while I try to explain that maybe this isn't the best idea.I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and tip back...

Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor, feeling like I got hit by a bus. Apparently, I didn't just pass out; I did it with the most disgusting burp you've ever heard.

Boss gave me the stink-eye, sent me home, and now I fully understand the phrase "dying of embarrassment."

TLDR;I can't handle tequila AND my job.