The Wake-Up Call of Poor Choices

One terrible decision after leaving work changed everything. Dead tired, I thought grabbing

drinks with coworkers would help me relax. Wrong. What started as casual beers escalated

fast. Someone suggested shots. Then someone else found a party.

Before I knew it, I was three neighborhoods away at four in the morning with people I barely

knew. My phone died hours ago. No wallet. No keys.

Just pure chaos. Walking home at sunrise, still wearing yesterday's work clothes,

reality hit hard. I had ignored every responsible instinct screaming at me to just go home.

The hangover lasted two days. The embarrassment lasted weeks. My coworkers never