As the hours passed, Ryan and I found ourselves in a quieter corner of the room, away from the energetic dance floor. Later, the other coworkers joined us, making us separate more and more and I started drinking a little too much. The conversation then shifted to a ranting about work. And it was me who was ranting. Wrong move. But it was too late and I was too drunk to stop.
“f**k the headcounter,” I cried out drunkenly. “Why did she introduce me to this damn job? To Ryan? Why did she suggest I was that good at business?”
“Uh-huh I got it, I’m sorry,” Lina tried calming me, looking around the busy bar apologetically, where other coworkers were starting to look at us. I didn’t care at that point.
“I work… I work over time every night just to earn respect, and I don’t even get nothing bes
