Let your conscience go to hell

Fun times in Japan, as three birthdays fell in the same week and combined into one giant party this last Saturday. It was like some sort of something that would fortold in prophecy. To no ones great suprise, I got hammered. But thats not news. What is interesting about this night is the strange occurances of the next day. You see I woke up the following afternoon with that horrible I am so late for work feeling. But I check my phone and there have been no calls. My first instinct says: "Mike, just fuck it man, go back to sleep." My first instinct, however, is an idiot, so I don't listen to him. So I call the head office and speak to a confused Canadian dude (actually I have no basis for his nationality, but I feel like this spices things up a bit). Getting ready for work when you are late and hungover is always a strange mixture of horrible sensations, but I do it anyway. After I get out of the shower I see that I have missed a call, and lo a short time later the phone rings again. It is my Canadian overlord calling to see if I have the day off. I reply that I do not (as if I did I would certainly not be calling in late). He commands me to head to work, despite some mysterious confusion. Turns out, by some beautiful miracle of the cosmos, I mean truly the act of a kind and loving creator, I had been left off the schedule that day on a fluke. As such, if I had listened to my first, idiot instinct, I would have not only not gotten in trouble for being late, but also would have been paid for a full day of work that I didn't do. Now how much better of a story would that have made? But hey, whatever, at least I can say I did the right thing. *gag*