Go figure.

Do you know how it feels to be out one night, drinking without limit, never really caring if you can still walk your way home?  It’s Friday and no one really cares if you piss on your pants or puke on your shirt because you’re too wasted. You have the weekend to nurse your hangover, right?

Then your phone rings. It’s your boss.

He says you have to cover an event tomorrow at 6am sharp. The one who is supposed to do it died (that’s what you heard!).Fuck, says you in your mind. But he is the boss and you are basically his slave, so you say “sure, no problem”.

Then you start to regret that you went out tonight. Why, of all the days, did you decide to party hard tonight? Life would have been easier if only you stayed at home watching  the telly.  

Oh shit! How are you going to get home now?

It’s too late for remorse dear. You are all wasted and drunk as hell. I bet you are thinking that this is your worst night ever. And tomorrow?

Well…tomorrow, you will wake up and have the worst hangover in your life.

So, congratulations. Job well done.