Unwanted Interactions

Drinks With Coworkers Was a Bad Idea

The Alcohol Wasn’t the Problem

I had to endure it sober. Photo by Giovanna Gomes on Unsplash

It was a casual Friday at work, two and a half years ago. We had a lunch celebration for some fucker that won an award.

I think she saved a mouse or picked some apples or some shit.

At lunchtime, a couple of my coworkers and I walked down to the meeting room.

In the past, I probably would have just hidden in my car but I was six months pregnant and they were serving food.

Game changer.

Mary-Sue or Nancy or whatever the fuck got her award and invited everyone for celebration drinks at a local bar after work.

My friend, Deb jumped up and down excitedly and mouthed to me, “We’re going!”

She loves a dirty martini.

A.K.A Coors Light. She’s not sophisticated.

I agreed since watching her get sloshed and shout loudly about dicks was better than going home to my swamp of a marriage.

After work, about half of the staff members wandered down to the bar and started knocking back drinks. I settled in with my sparkling water to watch the shitshow unfold.