Joey put a wine glass in front of me but I caught him before he poured. “Can I get a whisky instead?” “That bad a day?” “Some single malt that’s not going to break the bank, a little ice.” He poured and I sipped. I wasn’t fired. I sure as hell screwed up and the likelihood of promotion was flushed deep down one of those old really loud two-gallon toilets. Going back to face the team at work was not going to be easy. “You...