A Positive Benefit From Hangovers

These last couple of days I've been sick. Really sick. Probably not fatally sick, but sick enough to realize that being sick sucks.
It was cool when I was a kid and being sick enough to skirt responsibilities meant having a particularly nasty cough; but now that I am distinctly less kid-like, it means taking enough medication to kill a horse. This is because, like so many others, I am a wage-slave and unless I physically am incapable of moving, I am going to work that morning.
Take this morning, for instance: my entire head was, quite literally, full of snot. That is as gross to me as it sounds to you, and then when you add in some pressure headache and a lack of sleep after a ten-hour shift at work, you just know you're going to enjoy that next ten-hour shift.
But, getting up and getting what needs to get done done, in spite of feeling adverse is no stranger to me. This is because of the wonderful character-building provided by alcohol. Liquor has a two-pronged attack; first, it makes it so you both don't want to sleep and then can't; second, it leaves you hung-over and in pain many hours later. What's more is that you can't jolly well not show up to work after a night drinking because, in spite of the fact that you feel far worse than you did when you skipped a day of seventh grade, you inflicted this upon yourself and no one will accept the excuse: not even yourself.
So, thanks primarily to alcohol, I have developed a robust character for showing up to work feeling less than 100%. One might also pin this on stupid and unlikely shit such as work ethic.