[The_Blur]

I have just returned home from roughly an hour of driving to bring someone home. He used to work with me. I should point out that he was released from that position Friday after not showing up to the job he hates one too many times. He should have found another one first, but who am I to judge someone for leaving a job that doesn't suit his interests? He was a performer. In a production-oriented position, he out-produced a lot of people. His confidence worked for him in a good way at work and with women. He came off a little rough around the edges, but he cleaned up nicely and carried himself like a champion.

I always learned to professionally befriend those whose performance is extraordinary because it would benefit my numbers, so befriending this guy was something I found valuable at work. It allowed me to learn a few things on the job. Obviously, not all that can be won in friendships can be had in the office, so I invited him over for a little relaxation and some drinks.

I should stop here to point out that I graduated in December from the University of Kansas, a school known for a lively party environment, along with its athletic and academic achievements. I've been known to have some nights with a few more than the healthy quota of drinks, and that is not uncommon around here for college students behaving socially.

In order to accomplish this night of relaxation, I had to drive him some distance to my place after work. Being the guy who I am, I have no problem driving or going out of my way to be courteous. I offered a ride. We picked up some drinks and watched some TV.

He inhaled his drink while I sipped mine, and let me remind you that this is coming from someone who hasn't quite grown out of beer pong games or power hours. By the end of the night, he's passed out on a roommate's bed without a shirt. Needless to say, he could have handled himself better.

Here I am, up at 5AM, because some guy wasn't quite as clean-cut as we would like our business companions to be. I was hoping to find out more about why he wanted to leave the company or any skills that I hadn't learned already from working with him. It was business for me. For him, it was social annihilation, eventually leading to an unwelcome trip home.

Don't be the guy that is naked in my roommate's bed. If you find yourself tearing through bottles of cheap rum because whiskey makes you fight and you had a rough night recently with vodka, then you need help. I'm sure you won't accept the label well, but you're an alcoholic. If you're not going to resolve your drinking problems for your health, do it because you're a burden on your friends or because you look like an idiot when you're passing out mid-sentence. Don't be that guy.