how to lose your job the party was dull; they all nipped on weak cocktails and danced to awful noise. I drank top-shelf overproof bourbon just to make the party livelier. a woman approached me, we talked over some beers and shots; she held her liquor like a heavyweight. I liked her. we chatted the night away, ended up at my place. in the morning, she sneaked away like a thief. it took me a week to realize I’d slept with my boss’s young wife and crawled back to the job market.