What is so wrong with sleeping at work?
the camera never lies
We all went out on Monday night for our staff party. And it was a rip roaring success. We enjoyed a two hour cruise on the river Lagan taking in the sights, sounds and smells associated with river living. We pointed out all the wonderful things that were to be seen, the Titanic quarter, the sexy new buildings, the lovely trees, and the cute little ducks. Well that was the first 5 minutes....
...then all hell was let loose and we all got pished. Very very pished. People out rowing were given extra impetus to clock better times as they tried to get away from us. Have you ever seen drunk ladies in a limo? That's what we were like. No class what so ever. I started on cider, moved to champagne, (well you would, wouldn't you?), then onto red wine, then Gin and Bitter Lemon, then double Gin and Bitter Lemon. This may be where I went wrong.
After we disembarked we headed to a couple of bars to continue the revelry. From what I am led to believe we all had a lovely night chatting about the issues of the day and no one made an idiot of themselves at all. Although my decision to provide the group with disposable cameras may disprove this.
My normal hangover routine is to stay in bed until it has gone. Little Miss Manuel normally brings me my hangover survival kit of Lucozade, ice lollies, and sausage rolls. But not yesterday. I burnt my bridges with her after a heated and unwarranted argument over the phone. All my fault and I'm sorry honey. Awh love you! I also never go out drinking if I am working the next day, never! I cant do it. But of course we had 60 medical reps booked for dinner last night so I had no choice but to work. I threw up after I arrived. I threw up after another litre bottle of water. I tried to throw up after that too but nothing would come out.
I tried to go for a little sleep as well. The medical reps weren't booked until 8pm and there were 2 others on with me so who was going to miss me?! I tried a quiet corner of the restaurant but was woken by the voices of American tourists. I tried another corner of the restaurant but people kept talking to me. I then went to our private room and managed to get 20 minutes shut eye before being woken by the voices of the chefs arguing about who has the biggest fingers or some other such shite. What is happening to the world when a grown man cant get an hours sleep at work?! I despair. And why is it called "power napping" if you are a chief executive but when I try to get some sleep it's called "stop being a lazy fat bastard and go and do some work?"
Now 60 medical reps are hard enough work but when they have arranged to have a traditional Irish session playing for them in the restaurant that really is unfair. My head was pounding and stomach was churning. Grim I tell you, very very grim. "Hello my name is Manuel and I will be sweating on you today."
Some people shouldn't drink. I am one of those people. That's only my second hangover this year and may well be the last one too. Along with the headache, churning stomach, sweats, shakes, and lack of balance I always end up with a terrible feeling of self-loathing. Now that cant be good can it?
