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Me: So, for the reception, the catering guy estimated a hundred bottles of wine.
Boss: What.
Me: Well, it's a hundred people, and the estimate he gave me was two glasses per person per hour. So for two hours...
Boss: Four glasses of wine in two hours? What kind of drunken orgy did you think we were throwing?
Me: *cringe*
Boss: That was a joke.
Me: Oh.
Boss: Are you okay?
Me: I'm very sick and throwing five parties in the next ten days.
Boss: Yeah, we could have planned this better, huh?
Me: I think we could probably get away with more like thirty bottles of wine.
Boss: Or five boxes of wine.
Me: Um. I don't think any caterer we are authorized to deal with sells boxed wine.
Boss: Joke.
Me: Oh.
Boss: Do you need to go home?
Me: I can't. One of the parties I'm in charge of is today.
Boss: Oh. That's right, it is.
Me: Can I go back to my cubicle now?
Boss: Actually I need some budget numbers from you.
Me: Oh...okay...
Boss: Joke.
Me: Can you...stop making jokes now?

I want to go home so badly. And maybe never leave again.