It’s not easy, I tell you! You have no idea how hard I have to concentrate to write these words. The waves of sickness keep rolling over me like an army on a parade and the banging in my head just doesn’t seem to quiet down. To make things worse, I’m at work and supposed to be productive for the next few hours. Somehow I can’t see that happening.
Well, I guess I’m not entirely blameless for my sorry state. Yesterday when I was about to leave work an old friend called me and we decided to go for a coffee. Needless to say there was no coffee, but surprisingly lots of alcohol (although I did get a cup of coffee at his brothers house where we somehow ended up at 4am).
These get-togethers with old friends are great because already when you agree to go out you know it’s going to be a big night out. I mean, you just can’t go out for just one drink with a person you haven’t seen in a while, that would be outright rude. So you allow yourself a few drinks because it’s so-and-so, and you haven’t seen him in a good while, and it might be a while before you see him again. So, in the end you have successfully justified yourself a heavy night out.
Drinking with these old friends is always good. You know who you are dealing with, and if there is nothing new to talk about then you can always give into reminiscence. The problem is that you are no longer carefree students who can afford to go out on Tuesday nights without having to worry about getting up before noon the next day. For some perverted reason your employer has no understanding if you wish to take a day off because of your colossal hangover.
So here I am, in the office, with a pounding headache and a productivity level below zero. There must be some way out of this. Maybe I should set the fire alarm off. The noise would be quite difficult to deal with, though. Oh well, maybe I will just suffer in silence, but if there is a false fire alarm in your office building today, just remember: It wasn’t me!
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