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Apr. 4th, 2003 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janus_74We had an open house at work yesterday (to celebrate the purchase of yet another company) and I feel the strange need this morning to apologize to my co-workers for things I may have said or done last night. My realization occurred when we opened the 7th floor door and it smelled like the day after a frat party kegger. Combined with the office that housed all of the empties and the dead food in the kitchen, it looks like we had a good time.
I can neither confirm, nor deny anything as I have little recollection of the hours between 6 and 10. But some apologies need to be made:
Sarah: I'm sorry I called you a whore. And laughed when they sprayed beer on you.
Art: I was the one who kept throwing stuff at you when you weren't looking.
Tom: I have no idea what possessed me to take a bite of pizza and then give you the rest. You ate it though.
Terri: I'm sorry I told those clients you were drunk. In all fairness you were.
Whoever my boss is: Yeah. Umm, next time don't make me work these things if your going to have an open bar. No good can come out of it.
I can neither confirm, nor deny anything as I have little recollection of the hours between 6 and 10. But some apologies need to be made:
Sarah: I'm sorry I called you a whore. And laughed when they sprayed beer on you.
Art: I was the one who kept throwing stuff at you when you weren't looking.
Tom: I have no idea what possessed me to take a bite of pizza and then give you the rest. You ate it though.
Terri: I'm sorry I told those clients you were drunk. In all fairness you were.
Whoever my boss is: Yeah. Umm, next time don't make me work these things if your going to have an open bar. No good can come out of it.
