Working hungover

Posted by The *Angriest* Pharmacist as --Not Pharmacy--, Sexy Time, True Story

I hate going to work hungover. I was really hungover today. Usually, I give myself 7-8 hours to sleep and that’s good enough for me. With 7-8 hrs I’m good to go. Today, I’d say I got 6 hours. I’d figure I could make due. No dice. I was extraordinarily drunk last night. I was so drunk I went dancing. I absolutely hate dancing…mostly because I’m horrible at it. Yet, after 6 beers, four long islands, and a whiskey and coke — I was on the floor doing the “Soulja Boy” after a 300-pound black lady (who was fucking awesome at it) taught me how.

I then taught her how to do the Casper Slide. I think she now may be carrying my baby…I cannot disprove the theory.

Anyway - I went to work today and felt worse than the vast majority of our patient’s look and smell. I’m not unsafe when hungover - I’m still 100% capable of doing my job and doing it safely. The hangover just puts me in a worse mood than I usually am. It causes me to be a bigger dick to those that deserve it. I don’t hold anything back on hangover-days.

It usually causes me to tell some lady to go stuff her cell phone up her fat ass rather than converse in front of me in her mindless-dribble. It does me no good, but it makes me feel better.

You’d think I learn my lesson — Stop drinking heavily before opening the next morning. Or, better yet, drink in moderation.

To hell with that. I was put on this earth for two things — getting drunk and dancing with voluptuous black women, eatin’, and fuckin’ — And I don’t see any Jack-in-the-Box or hot bitches around right now…I’d better go hit da club…