Godspeak

I am so screwed. I should have known better than to take the 5th shot of vodka. You know how you think you can drink all you want and wake up happy an carefree the next day- you are wrong! A major hangover is what you get. And with a major hangover add on spilled hot coffee, flat tires. What you get a is disaster. And today is my performance appraisal.
God please please please don't let me get fired. God please let the manager be in a good mood. Please please let him not notice my being late to work. I know I have not been the greatest employee throughout this year, but  I need this raise. So please let him be considerate. God I beg of you.
It is interesting how people plead to me at the smallest of things. They have their life, they also have their own mind. All they have to do is use it and they don't quite need me. I am just a symbol- for their faith, for their belief. When things get tough, they can count on one shoulder to lean on- to get support. You should have thought of your work the next day before yo got stone-drunk with that chick at the bar. You should have thought of the raise during the days you wasted surfing the net for porn. It is your performance appraisal. Not mine. And yet you beg me to correct all your mistakes...A teacher can teach but can not write the exam for the student. Good luck searching for the next job.