I have a slightly more illicit story to relate. Many, many, many years ago, I took what was thought to be a small amount of acid with my wife and a friend of ours. The three of us went to the dog track and decided to split one hit. Bad, bad idea. Sure, we cackled like loons for about 12 hours straight (and we won some money). Unfortunately, my wife had work the next day. While tripping. When I drove her to work it looked like the "Flying" sequence in the "Magical Mystery Tour" film, so I can't imagine what it must have been like to be a receptionist in the Anthropology Department at the University of Houston in that condition. She's one tough woman!
I worked at this place Computize in Houston. It was located next to the SRO off 290. We used to go drink our lunch, then go back to the store and play deathmatches of this Mac game called Marathon.
I worked at a head shop/record store all through college and it was almost mandatory to be loaded while at work. Best job ever.
Being a musician, it's kind of my job to drink and try to get the customers to drink with me. Other than that, when I was a waiter, I got drunk one night during a shift because I was doing a big christmas party and towards the end, my boss let me drink with them. They ended up getting me pretty buzzed and the rest of the night went by pretty fast.
I used to work at the Computize warehouse on I-10 and Wirt. I don't think I ever got drunk but one time I smoked some weed during my lunch break, came back incredibly high, and had to make a real effort to avoid people so they would not know how messed up I was. I just went into the warehouse area and drove the forklift around and acted busy....
Last year, we had one of our quarterly offsites at the Round Rock Express game. Well, each person gets $15 Express Dollars to use at the game. Of course, most of the fat blue hairs and FOBs in my dept are gone after the 2nd inning after eating. I get their extra Express dollars, and order one beer after another. By the end of the game, I was completely wasted off Miller Lite. I was your typical drunk *******, talking loudly, telling inappropriate jokes, and generally being obnoxious. Problem was that I had to get back to work for a conference call. On my way back to my cube, I could barely walk up the stairs in my building. After stumbling down the hallway, I walked into my cube wall, and fell into my seat. Spent about 30 minutes on the phone with a vendor, not knowing what the hell I was talking about. I didn't find out about what we discussed till the meeting minutes gop sent out the next day.
I've been pretty buzzed a few times while having some drinks at lunch, not too smashed though. A few times I've smoked when working nights.
I work in a bar. I get all my drinks half-price, sometimes free. My girlfriend also works in a bar. When I'm there, I get all my drinks half-price. I usually drop her off at work before I go to work. Sometimes I get really bad beerfarts at work. I blame it on the dog. The pink one. Damn, almost time for work. Gotta go get fitted for my adult diaper.
