I really didn’t want to get out of bed yesterday morning. I already hate Mondays with a passion. It’s probably the worst day of the week, because it happens after Sunday. Right now is the middle of football season and I stay up late every Sunday night to watch football. The game on Sunday night was really close and it went to a period of overtime. The game wasn’t over until after midnight. My friends and I had been drinking beer all day. When I finally passed out, I didn’t wake up until after the alarm rang. I barely remember hitting the snooze button and I definitely don’t remember turning off the alarm, but I did not wake up until 10:15. I called my boss at the heating and air conditioning repair company. I told him that I was feeling ill and he demanded that I come to work even though it was 10:15. I dragged myself out of bed and made a cup of coffee. It didn’t help much at all and made my stomach feel even more queasy. I finally arrived at the heating and air conditioning repair business around 11:30. I must have looked horrible, because my boss immediately told me to turn around and go home. When I came to work this morning, my boss talked with me for 15 minutes about drinking, being late for work, and being a responsible human being. I missed one day of work in the last two years and the guy acted like I needed to go to AA.