One of the worst parts about having a job is that a reasonable ammount of attendance is expected. Fortunately there are weak human beings out there that "get sick" so in the American corporate world we are alotted a certain number of sick days aka recovery days or if you are ambitious enough Darty days.
On a given work night on the town a reasonable person would take it relatively easy. In fact they may drink so little that they can get behind the wheel and drive home risk free. At the very minimum they will stick to beer and go home at a reasonable hour. Besides being boring and completely and utterly lame, I find that type of behavior impossible. There are two types of nights...rot on the couch and watch movie nights and rage 110% nights. Did your coach ever tell you in practice that the people that got hurt were the ones not going full speed. Thats what happens when you go out an party a little bit, you wake up with teh hangover of the century. It's your body's way of punishing you for being a pussy.
When you wake up the next morning with 2 chicks and a midgit in your bed, you have the choice of going to work. Because you can always call in sick. Although you may smell like a brewery and your bac is thrice the legal limit, its a general rule of thumb that no DUI's are given out prior to noon, and you are probably in sales so no one will give a shit that you look like you were beaten by an angry black man and left to die in a gutter.
If, however, that is too much to muster, you can always call in sick. Once you call in sick it is not an excuse to have a bate-athon and/or play modern warfare 2 all day. It assumes that you will call all your unemployed friends and force them to come party with you.
...AND THAT kids is how you survive post grad
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