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Blame it on the alcohol

by Marcella Rielli 7 months ago in Embarrassment

there is only so much your boss should know about you

No alcohol for me, thank you

It was the company's after-party, 2014. South Florida, end of the season, and I'd promised myself I wouldn't drink at all, or at least 1 cocktail, and that was it. Well, that didn't happen.

I was in the United States with a seasonal working visa, meaning I could only stay at an employer for 1 season. After, we move up north for summer and down south for winter. I had already worked at that country club before, so I knew the locals very well. Still, every new season new internationals were joining. That year it was the first time we had South Africans and Irish joining the team. I was the only South American now.

I was in the United States with a seasonal working visa, meaning I could only stay at an employer for 1 season. After, we move up north for summer and down south for winter. I had already worked at that country club before, so I knew the locals very well. Still, every new season new internationals were joining. That year it was the first time we had South Africans and Irish joining the team. I was the only South American now.

Needless to say, there was a competition who would party and drink the most. You put Irish and South Africans together, and time flies; you have loads of fun but also loads to drink. I could never compete with them. They're professionals, they can handle it, and that's why I ended up half-naked on the dance floor, and none of them didn't.

Okay, maybe half-naked is a little too much, but that's how I felt. I will never forget the only moment I could remember from that night.

Let me paint a picture

We had a good time at the company's party at a nice hotel. Our managers were in charge of the drink's ticket, and obviously, they started giving us some extra ones just for fun. It's hospitality business, we deserved it, we worked hard, right?

We have already had too much to drink there, but of course, it's never enough, especially when in the company of my fellow colleagues. Suddenly I was in somebody's car, one of the locals I remember, and we went to a club downtown. We got there, and guess what? More drinks coming our way, and I cannot even recall who paid for it, probably one of the Americans; they made a lot more money than we did.

We all decided to go to the dance floor. Did I mention I was wearing a strapless top? Brand new! I bought it especially for the party. We started dancing when it happened. Actually, it had been happening for some time, but only after who-knows-how-long, one of my colleagues told me my boobs were bouncing freely. Let me tell you, I do not have pimples as boobs, so it wasn't exactly a pretty picture. Imagine I was in the centre of the dance floor, laughing and dancing and jumping and holding a drink in my hand, completely topless.

Take it like a pro

I still don't know how long they let me jump up and down exposed, but I remember covering up and French leaving the dance floor after a few minutes when it all sunk in.

The worst part is that they were all male around me. None of the girls saw it or warned me of my wardrobe malfunction. The only thing I could do was pretend nothing has ever happened, but I couldn't really face anyone the same way ever again. I can be very extroverted, but deep inside, I'm pretty shy, so this was a complete disaster. Luckily, the season was almost over, and I left for New York and never looked back to that day, although it still haunts me.

Forgive and forget

Believe it or not, I still have that top but never wore it again. I think part of me wants to let it go, and maybe I should, but then I wouldn't be able to share this story with anyone if I simply erase it from my memories.

I know it may sound like I'm exaggerating my emotions, but I was topless, drunk-dancing around my colleagues and my bosses.

Forget about falling on the street or accidentally spitting at your crush because you're that nervous, or even getting into a car thinking it was an uber (yeah, that really does happen in real life, usually with people like me).

It's almost like that nightmare we all have when we're in school naked in front of everyone. Naked or half-naked, these words don't go well with work and bosses; but yes, they go perfectly well with alcohol, as you could 'see' it.

Embarrassment

Marcella Rielli

I live in London and I love writing although I'm still working on my skills. I had a few different experiences in life which I would like to share, plus perhaps some chapters from the book I'm working on.

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