Terrence, woke up after the annual office new year party with a hammering headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall the events of the last evening.
After a travel to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife Cara put some coffee in front of him.
“Cara,” he moaned, “tell me what happened last night. Was it as bad as I think?”
“Even worse,” Cara said, her voice smelling scorn. “You made a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonising the entire board of directors and you insulted the president of the company, right to his face.”
“He’s an asshole,” Terrence said. “Piss on him.”
“You did,” Cara answered. “And he fired you.”
“Well, screw him!” said Terrence.
Cara answered; “I did. You’re back at work on Monday.”