The Morning After
Posted by knowyoursouthkensington knowyoursouthkensington on Monday, November 12, 2012
Mondays are bad enough, but when you have to meet the first day of the work week with a hangover, that’s a whole different story right there. Nathan got up and sat on the bed. His head was throbbing so hard he felt it was going to explode. Nasty thing, hangover. He knew he’d be sorry in the morning but he didn’t like thinking that far ahead. He needed a cucumber – he knew he was dehydrated (over a long alcoholic career he had learned a lot about alcohol and its effects). A cucumber would be great because water would make things worse but a cucumber would deliver the so much wanted relief (alongside with the aspirin, of course), without the nasty effects water would have.
He went to the fridge. Bollocks! It was empty. Darn it, his head hurt! He had to take the aspirin and drink water – there was no other way. He would have to deal with the stomach problems later. Besides, it wasn’t like it was needed for him to be on 100% when he was working. After all, he was just a cleaner. He could do his job even if he was sick as a dog.
The two aspirins finally kicked in. His head had almost stopped hurting. He no longer felt that he had cannons in his cranium. Now, it felt like mere bells. He drank a strong coffee without sugar – another great way to fight hangover. He was almost ready for work. The only thing missing was something to eat. His blood sugar was low and caused a huge appetite, even though he wasn’t feeling well. He knew he would probably throw up if he ate, but he didn’t have much choice – he was so hungry.
He went out. The cafe near his home offered sandwiches and other food. He went there to grab a bite. When the waitress brought him his sandwich, he immediately sank his teeth in. The sandwich was tastier than usual – what effects alcohol has, even when one is sober(ish). He enjoyed the food so much, he left a handsome tip (something completely out of character for Nathan as he was a stingy bastard – giving money was his idea of having a bad time, except for giving it for alcohol, which was a whole different story).
He left for work. The others would probably tease him in the office because he looked like a zombie but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting to work and getting the first call for the day, with the hopes of a nice tip. Whenever there was a chance to get extra pay, Nathan was feeling happy. It was this pleasant sensation of being appreciated. He loved it.
He went to the fridge. Bollocks! It was empty. Darn it, his head hurt! He had to take the aspirin and drink water – there was no other way. He would have to deal with the stomach problems later. Besides, it wasn’t like it was needed for him to be on 100% when he was working. After all, he was just a cleaner. He could do his job even if he was sick as a dog.
The two aspirins finally kicked in. His head had almost stopped hurting. He no longer felt that he had cannons in his cranium. Now, it felt like mere bells. He drank a strong coffee without sugar – another great way to fight hangover. He was almost ready for work. The only thing missing was something to eat. His blood sugar was low and caused a huge appetite, even though he wasn’t feeling well. He knew he would probably throw up if he ate, but he didn’t have much choice – he was so hungry.
He went out. The cafe near his home offered sandwiches and other food. He went there to grab a bite. When the waitress brought him his sandwich, he immediately sank his teeth in. The sandwich was tastier than usual – what effects alcohol has, even when one is sober(ish). He enjoyed the food so much, he left a handsome tip (something completely out of character for Nathan as he was a stingy bastard – giving money was his idea of having a bad time, except for giving it for alcohol, which was a whole different story).
He left for work. The others would probably tease him in the office because he looked like a zombie but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting to work and getting the first call for the day, with the hopes of a nice tip. Whenever there was a chance to get extra pay, Nathan was feeling happy. It was this pleasant sensation of being appreciated. He loved it.