Back when I was 17 or something Drank a 40 of vodka between 3 people, I was supposed to make it home that night, wake up at 9:30am to my parents banging on my friends door, they were all pissed off at me and I'm like "i'm not gonna lie, i got really drunk last night and don't remember anythingand i'm really hungover now". They laughed, mom made me a great breakfast then dropped me off at work. Figured i'd survive 8 1/2 hours of customer service/heavy lifting with a hangover. yeah, that was fine, it was the extra 6 hours of work when the manager fucked up and placed a special order for 462 cases of shitwad and the truck rolled in at 7pm. Store closes at 9. shift ends at 9:30. I was there till 2am. Cause all 462 cases, in order to fit in the truck, were not on pallets. And it was a short truck, so it was about 3 feet below the lip of the loading dock. So we got to hand bail all the TP off the truck, load it onto skids, find SOMEWHERE in the store to stash it, and yeah.
I don't drink before work anymore