Hey Daydreamers,
As of writing, it’s 11:39 PM. I was drunk two hours ago.
We just had a small get-together with my coworkers at this humble carinderia near our apartment. It was sponsored by our senior colleagues. If you’ve ever worked in a Japanese company and you’re surrounded by fellow Bisaya, you already know the drill—expect countless gatherings with alcohol involved. Then again, even if they’re not Bisaya, as long as your colleagues love drinking, it’s pretty much the same thing.
Tonight, we drank Alfonso Light. I’ve sworn off beer—it tastes terrible now. And as always, when I get drunk, I get loud. Like, no-filter, can’t-stop-talking loud. Doesn’t matter if you’re my coworker, friend, or boss—I’ll talk your ear off.
And yes, we were drinking with one of our Japanese bosses. But that didn’t stop me. I was still very noisy, even telling people to “get their life repaired.” (Don’t ask me where that came from—blame Alfonso.)
Alcohol has a funny way of tossing all your inhibitions out the window. Shame? Gone. Caution? Nowhere in sight. I say what I want, and I mean what I say. I honestly don’t care how people take it when it’s coming from a drunk me. Because deep down, a part of me thinks it’s okay to tell people how you truly feel—even if it comes out in a drunken rant. It’s up to them how they handle it.
But now, here I am. Half-sober, still wide awake because alcohol ruins my sleep. And yes, I still have work tomorrow. Good luck to me. Time check: it’s 12:00 midnight.
Good night, daydreamers.
Hope you all have sweet dreams.
– Justjiezza
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