So last night the president wanted to go out drinking yet again, and so everyone in my office promptly and without protest sacrificed another evening with their families to appease the almighty shacho. Thankfully, I was able to get out of going to the nijikai (second party) and got to go home “early” at midnight (the others apparently stayed out until 2:30 in the morning, despite it being THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING WEEK).

Although I limited my imbibation to but a few beers and a glass of shochu, I somehow still woke up with a bit of a hangover. Normally, that wouldn’t be much of a problem (seeing as showing up for work with a hangover is a sign of pride for the salaryman), but unfortunately, the first thing on my morning agenda today was a trip up to the company headquarters two hours away for the yearly physical exam. It was pretty standard (pee in a cup, hearing test, chest x-ray), but the experience was exponentially worse than usual due to the crappiness of my condition.

Amazingly enough, however, I somehow managed to score a perfect 1.5/1.5 on the vision test (apparently 1.0/1.0 is the 20/20 equivalent). Now, my vision isn’t normally that good, so I’m left pondering whether the results were despite the hangover or because of it. Perhaps beer goggles are the way to go in times when high-precision vision is crucial: brain surgery, assassin sniper work and, of course, checkin’ out the honeys.