At what point do you pencil in personal time, when business is all on your mind? Fast forward... at what point do you exchange your third glass of wine for a bottle of water and get back to work?
I can't decide what's sexier-- staying in on a hyped out social night to catch up on work emails, or maxing out a few shots of tequila with your newly introduced and conveniently connected "bestie" while ripping seriously improved triceps that so happen to be peaking out from your new ALC jumpsuit.
I find that...










































