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Don’t Evereverever Sleep With Your Boss. Unless She’s Reeeeeeaaaaly Hott

Back to the screws and washers of a previous post.

Without getting into the details, rest assured kids, I didn’t hold back. And in keeping with the good faith and intentions of my colleagues, I had no guilt in joining them.

Ok. We got blasted.

Thursday night dinner at the Waterfront with 18 of your friends: $2200. Expensed.

Limo back into the city: $220. Expensed.

V.I.P Room at The Gold Club with Alanna: $440. Expensed.

Friday night dinner at the Carnelian Room with 22 of your friends: $3100. Expensed.

Partaking in so out of spite towards your direct supervisor for treating you like a glorified intern for the last year and subsequently waking up next to her secondary to a hefty bar tab at The Red Room: Really, really stoopid.

She did however, extend my contract for another 6 months. The next day I told her about my new offer.

Oh, and I was just kidding about waking up next to her.