At the best of times my anebriated threads were frowned upon. These have not been the best of times where the message board is concerned so if this one is disaproved of to the point that it gets closed I will not hold a grudge.
I am having a drink because I think I deserve one. I am metamorphasising at work from an in-a-rut hub operator into a master-of-all-departments.
My boss has high hopes for me and I am finally… FINALLY getting stuck into the learning that I have been denied for weeks due to staff shortages and shift patterns.
On top of that I am re-learning my programming that was the one thing I could spend hours doing without getting bored many years ago.
Ok I’m quite drunk now so I give up explaining why I think I deserve to be drunk.
Why are you drunk tonight?
p.s. Two staff members have their (combined) leaving do tomorrow and I’ve said I’ll go… more drinking.
I’ll get drunk later 'cause its a friend’s birthday.
Hey! Way to justify a pattern of self destructive behavior not what, one month or so after swearing off it?
Bollocks. Lots of 'em.
I can assure you that my drinking is both temporary and rare. I am in the habit of going to bed with a cup of chocolate milk and two 3mg melatonin pills.
It does the job
Again?
Get drunk if you want to, but what is posting about it going to do? The first couple of times, maybe it’s a little funny to read a half-drunk thread. Now it’s just sad. So things are good at work. Excellent. Happy for you. Why not just come post about that, without adding the whole “hey, I’m getting drunk again” thing?
Do what you need to do, justify it to yourself all you want, but don’t come here to justify it to us.
Ummm . . . Is your little friend still part of the picture?
(Speaking of self-destructive behavior?)
I’m not drunk - yet. I posted this in another thread about anoyance, but here is the story:
It is annoying when your car gets a flat tire - in the rain. And then you jack the tire up and take off the lug nuts but the tire is on so tightly that you can’t get it off. So you have to call a friend who brings out a rubber mallet and with a few swift hits, the tire springs free. And then on the way home you find that the wound on your belly, which has been healing since the operation June 05, has cracked open - probably from pulling on the tire - and is bleeding all over your shirt. Of course, since you are between jobs you now wonder how new tires are going to affect your finances.
That’s annoying.
And that is why I am having a beer. Maybe even more than one.