HR issues

Today's hangover is the kind where you are not sure whether you are still drunk or not. Although there is some interesting spatial awareness activity, there is no pain per se, and a tendancy to embark on long rambling pointless stories interrupted by sporadic bouts of giggling.

An additional dimension is added to the experience by having obtained this hangover from a night out with work colleagues. People who weren't actually there have alluded to me that my drunkeness was noted. Drunk people don't tend to note other people's drunkeness, so I can only assume that there were sober people there OR my drunkeness exceeded that of my peers. This strange emotional extension to the bizarre happenings within my being, recently identified by myself as 'shame', is intensified by my very obvious (to me?) wearing of exactly the same clothes I was wearing yesterday.

My recollection of last night is like watching a crap pirate film whilst submerged in a swimming pool. Occasionally, the odd memory surfaces from the depths and presents itself to me like a scene from a morality play. One I'm enjoying currently featured a young lady named Anna asking my out-of-work-actor boyfriend "What are you in?", to which I shouted "Debt!" and promptly keeled over at my own acerbic wit. The winner, however, has to be aforementioned showoff boyfriend dancing for Julianne, representing the HR team for the evening, which is definitely an HR issue.