There you sat, perfectly put together, waiting for your boss, after you spent hours to hide the hungover look under all sorts of skin care products and took at least 3 pills against your headache, just to look presentable for the first day as personal assistant of a famous CEO.

“Good morning! That look certainly looks better than that drunk party-monster style.”

A very amused voice said, which may or may not be the voice of the guy you made out with, drunk, in a club until one AM, yesterday