Backround:
I’m a programmer. I sit safely at a desk and am good at what I do and have a good work ethic. I have a serious deadline due for a project that grew WAY beyond original expectations, (but not the due date, naturally). I’ve been working 16 hour days, six days a week.
I also cut out one afternoon for lunch on a particularly stressful day and had a couple of vodka gimlets with my Bennigan’s burger. No big deal, right?
I get back to work for a meeting with a self-rightous employee who has been freinds with the owners, but otherwise, nobody in the company can stand her.
A day later, I get a meeting request from my boss saying that this person smelled alcohol on my breath. Oh, my Og, NO! It’s not like I was stinkin’ drunk, slurring my words and throwing up on her. I conducted the meeting professionally and completely unimpared.
What the fuck business of it of hers that I had a couple of drinks at lunch? Who is she that she feels the compulsion to actually go to my boss and mention it? Why do people act like this? If I’m not harming anyone, who the fuck cares? If I smelled alcohol on one the employee’s breath, I’d be like, “wow, booze. Who cares?” I would certainly NOT be in his manager’s office narking this person out. It’s not my business, as long as this person is performing his job and not in a position of putting others or themselves in danger.
Almost eveyone in the company have weekly department-level get-together working lunch meetings where the drinks flow freely completely in the face of the senior management, and in fact, the owners, who have on more than one occasion footed the bar bill at these lunches.
This is the second person in my life who I have encountered like this. The first one completely destroyed the USAF career of a good friend of mine for a minor discretion on his part (I worked in a Top Secret facility where even a minor discretion will kill your career). Like we all don’t bend the rules every now and then.
I pit these busy-body “rulemongers” to the deepest circle of hell doomed to read and re-read their rulebooks that they carry like Bibles under their arms on a daily basis while they hold their nose up high and look down on everyone.
I may get pitted for tossing back a couple at lunch, so lay it on me.