Two bottles of Gatorade later and I still feel like I’ve been punched in the face. My temples are aching and the only thing on my mind is McDonald’s breakfast and not throwing up in the car on the way to work.
Somehow, we end up trapped behind the most indecisive woman ever and it takes her aeons to decide what to eat – seriously, doesn’t everyone else pretty much get the same thing everytime they go to McDonald’s anyways?
Almost late for work, try to come up with a good excuse/hide remnants of McDonald’s.
Headache subsides slightly, only to come back with a vengeance.
Chat with customers about new stock and products I’m excited about.
Realize I’m a way better salesperson while hungover – take this as a sign I need to drink more.
Share this flash of brilliance with customers, who laugh – I’m also way funnier when hungover.
Head still feels like it’s going to explode, add a touch of nausea (stupid greasy breakfast!) and mysterious bruises and random drunken flashbacks to the mix
Sell, sell, sell.
Wonder why I felt the need to mix lemon gin and wine (my new favourite pregaming beverage)
Go to the bathroom for the first time that day, at 6 pm, that’s how dehydrated I was.
Vow to go to bed the second I get home, get sidetracked, and once I actually make it to bed, realize I can’t sleep.