There's Something I Kind of Have to Admire about Anthony Gutierrez

Let me first say that I don't condone drunk driving. Nor do I condone reckless use of state property. And I certainly don't condone sexual harassment. I can't emphasize that last point enough.

And yet, there's something I kind of have to admire about Anthony Gutierrez. Take a look at this passage from a Plain Dealer article:

The same woman says in her complaint that weeks later, Gutierrez fell asleep drunk at the wheel of a state-issued Chevy Suburban and struck a guardrail. She told an investigator that Gutierrez showed up at work the next morning, reeking of booze and with vomit caked on his nose.

(entire article here)

That's right. He showed up for work with vomit caked on his nose. A lesser man who had vomit caked on his nose might take a sick day or two. Heck, just feeling like I might vomit is enough for me to call in sick, let alone having my face encrusted in the stuff.

Sure, Mr. Gutierrez is a sleazeball, but I have to give the devil his due. The guy survives a car accident, has vomit caked on his nose, and still shows up for work the next morning, ready to do the people's business. That's dedication.