Its 8am on St.Patricks Day, one of the biggest bar days of the year. I have to open up the bar at 10am. Just woke up to a massive head cold, a lost voice, and a bloody nose that only stops only enough to put ointment on my chapped red nose. Also, taking bets on how many times I have to clean puke out of the bathroom sink today. Oh, and theres no such thing as calling off sick as a manager. Even if you're dying. FML.