I shouldn’t have to keep an eye on my books when I’m in the library. I shouldn’t have to be wary about putting my email address in online forms. I shouldn’t have to drive defensively. But I do.
People drinking at my job are likely to set themselves on fire or fall off a catwalk or something else that could be fatal. In order for the tiny number of people who would not be at such risk to drink, they’d have to bring alcohol to work (forbidden), or drive somewhere to drink it (which would require driving back after drinking it). Neither of these seem like good options.
You know, poor short term memory is often a symptom of substance abuse. I hope you don’t have a problem, Bo.
Nitpick: You’re talking about long term memory. Short term memory is only for events that have happened in the last 20 seconds or so.
Ah, but we don’t know when he forgot about that post, do we?
What were we talking about again? 
Sigh…I suppose you’re right. Its not that I mind the insults, I’d just like to see some thought go into it. I kind of like to think we’re living in a time where the classic stoner stereotype isn’t so common but I guess we haven’t gotten there yet. One can be a Bongmaster without being a stoned idiot I guess is my point. 
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According to my guide to the levels of Hell, this cow-orker’s Employee Identification Number should be 666.
And to answer the stoner’s question about walking someone off the job for being too tired, yes, I have done that.
I was working this young fellow, son of a friend, in the window replacement side of my work, and he was frequently late because of staying up too late. When we have to drive 2 1/2 hrs to a job starting at 8:00am, then one needs to get up on time. And then, when one does show on time but is absolutely worthless and braindead on the job because of having only 3 hrs sleep … Well, something needs to be done about that. I gave him practical suggestions. “Get to sleep early so you aren’t worthless and dangerous on the job tomorrow.” After giving him several chances, I encouraged him to seek employment elsewhere. And yes, a couple of times before that, I made him stop working because he was not alert enough.
Yeah, and you tell stupids.
Not to start any one-upsmanship with the OP, but. . .
I’d been working here (as a programmer) for several months when about 8 of us went out to lunch together.
We went to a BBQ place and I had a single 12 ounce Budweiser with my sandwich and fries. It’s a pork sandwich and fries. . .you want me to have sugar water with that?
Anyway, I’m sitting there at work in the afternoon and some dude who didn’t go to lunch with us comes into my office, “oooh, how ya feeling? Are ya typing straight? blah blah blah.”
Yeah, he’s kidding around, but jesus christ. . .how is that even close to something you’d go into another guy’s office and think was worth mentioning? What kind of a god damn ninny do you have to be? And for the guy who was told about it to come into my office and think it was worth joking about? God damn some people.
Still, I wouldn’t have 2 cocktails at lunch, especially if I had a meeting. Not that I’d report it either.
Indeed. You could even go on to become a doctor.
Is it just me or has this post been hijacked to hell and back?
Is it happy hour yet ?
No, it’s not lunch time.
Very common in the Pit. You’ll get use to it.
So I think we’ve learn that IT people will occasionally drink at lunch and most others are appalled by this.
Jim
Pah. My job is to hold those detonators in the middle of nuclear devices really still so they don’t go off (just like in James Bond) and I had three Bloody Marys and a line of coke before, during and after work the other day. And I headbutted a parrot as well.
Okay, so I’m a programmer and I’ve had a bottle of Rioja. Same fucking difference.
Good point. I assumed retrieval failure; it could just as well have been an encoding or storage failure, as you say.
Trust me, I’m among the last to negatively stereotype stoners, but calling yourself Bongmaster is just asking for it, even from me. It’d be like calling yourself Squirrelmaster and then getting annoyed at all the “I’m somebody’s bitch!” jokes.
Harrumph! My job is to hunt Chuck Norris. Mind-blowing stimulants are a necessity, and deductable too.
I know! I was just starting to enjoy the High Horse and Riders Thereof event. Could you kindly commit some other heinous breach of decent society so we can all weigh in on your moral fiber? Barring that, got any cat pictures?