I’ve only ever had one major reg at work. After a legendary long weekend in London, I flew back home (after a mad dash to pack up at the hotel because we were late checking out and arriving at Heathrow completely fucked from an afterparty at a friend’s flat) and had to go straight into work, clothes rumpled, eyes red and half closed, probably smelling of vodka, since vodka snorting was an activity at that particular afterparty 😂.
Thankfully, at the time, I had a boss that also likes to “have a good time” and she took pity on me. It was the worst workday.
