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I have a tendancy to drink alcoholic beverages. At every job I've ever had, there were strict rules against drinking during business hours. I admit, several times, while on the clock, I have gotten obliterated, against company policy.
Thanks to my current job and boss, that is no longer a problem. Unfortunately, as well as being a blessing, this can also be a curse. It's really hard to sell a bike to someone if all you hear is that muted alcohol talk. You know what I'm talking about. When someone is talking to you in a bar and you're so bombed that you seem to be responding to everything as you're supposed to, yet you don't register a single damn thing the person says and none of it is retained in memory as important information.
That's pretty much how it is right now. I know that I'm typing this somewhat correctly and I know that if customers talk to me, I will respond accordingly. However, at the moment, you could punch me in the face and I still wouldn't even know you're there. In short, I am trashed. My boss was having a bad day. As usual, I say, "I bet a few shots and some margaritas would clear that right up." Today, as he has many times before, he took me up on it. Now I find myself in my smashed state. Unable to do my job as it should be done, yet somehow able to type quite well from what I've been reading.
Damn my boss. He shouldn't enable me this way.
So here I sit, drunk, waiting for the work day to be over and trying not to fall asleep. I know I won't sell a damn thing now. Like I said, a blessing, because I can get tanked and come back to work, but a curse, because now I don't want to leave my chair, let alone my office. At least the day will go by a little quicker.
By the way, for anyone in the Roswell/Alpharetta area, there is a little restaurant call Mama's Taqueria on Hwy 9. The food is good and the margaritas are potent. Try them out. I highly recomend the plantain steak thingy. I can't remember what its called, but holy lawd its good. Really thin steak with grilled onions and fried plantains on top. Oh gawd.
Thanks to my current job and boss, that is no longer a problem. Unfortunately, as well as being a blessing, this can also be a curse. It's really hard to sell a bike to someone if all you hear is that muted alcohol talk. You know what I'm talking about. When someone is talking to you in a bar and you're so bombed that you seem to be responding to everything as you're supposed to, yet you don't register a single damn thing the person says and none of it is retained in memory as important information.
That's pretty much how it is right now. I know that I'm typing this somewhat correctly and I know that if customers talk to me, I will respond accordingly. However, at the moment, you could punch me in the face and I still wouldn't even know you're there. In short, I am trashed. My boss was having a bad day. As usual, I say, "I bet a few shots and some margaritas would clear that right up." Today, as he has many times before, he took me up on it. Now I find myself in my smashed state. Unable to do my job as it should be done, yet somehow able to type quite well from what I've been reading.
Damn my boss. He shouldn't enable me this way. So here I sit, drunk, waiting for the work day to be over and trying not to fall asleep. I know I won't sell a damn thing now. Like I said, a blessing, because I can get tanked and come back to work, but a curse, because now I don't want to leave my chair, let alone my office. At least the day will go by a little quicker.
By the way, for anyone in the Roswell/Alpharetta area, there is a little restaurant call Mama's Taqueria on Hwy 9. The food is good and the margaritas are potent. Try them out. I highly recomend the plantain steak thingy. I can't remember what its called, but holy lawd its good. Really thin steak with grilled onions and fried plantains on top. Oh gawd.
