My bank returned my web check to my law school and the school placed a hold on my account. This means I can’t check my grades from last semester. The grades that I’ve been stressing out over since finals in December, and which just became available today. Now I can’t see them until I get my payment straightened out.
I can’t call the bank until tomorrow. To add to the anxiety, the letter I received from the law school made it sound like they could terminate all my classes. The classes I bought books for and spent an entire week studying for.
Now I’m supposed to worry about my grades and classes all night long? Fuck that.
My only concern for the rest of the night will be whether to drink Jameson or Jack Daniels. After that decision I’m confident I won’t give a shit about anything else.
Well, er, I don’t actually drink, but the last “things really suck” chocolate was not too long ago. However things have improved a lot in the last week and I have no more excuse.
(Previous situation: husband unemployed for 4 months, I work at a CC so no income for 6 weeks of break. Will we survive January? Husband got hired the other day, so huzzah! Still broke, but who cares?)
Three years ago, almost exactly. I had a friend drive me to a house party where I drank 16 ounces of vodka in 90 minutes while cuddling with a bisexual Pole (who, it turns out, the gay guy who drove me to the party had wanted to hit on). I got so drunk, and stayed that way so long, it scared me. I haven’t gotten things-really-suck drunk since.
Was just a shitty time for me all around. I’d kept laughing everything off, because that’s what I do, and then I had a crappy morning that set my day off all wrong, and was just one last thing that led me to throwing up my hands and saying “Fuck it.” Car problems, work problems, marriage problems, generally-mad-as-hell problems. I’d had it. I got completely hammered after work that day.
As for your night’s sole concern, drink Jameson. Jack Daniels is a crime against whiskey.
New Year’s Eve night. I had to work till 11 PM in a call center taking calls from disgruntled cell phone customers, thought it might be a slow night, but no, the calls were back to back all night and many people were in a pissy mood. Came home alone to a house full of dogs and had a ginormous tequila sunrise and a good long cry.
Even though I drink heavily way more often than what’s healthy, the last time I recall purposefully drinking myself to oblivion over an unfortunate turn-of-events was after a break-up 3 years ago. Don’t drink a bottle of Glenfiddich on an airplane if you know what’s good for you.
This. I’ve never understood how whiskey - one of the finest things on Earth - can be made to so closely resemble the bouquet of rotten feet.
Anyway, don’t freak out too badly about this. Financial aid screws up routinely - at my school, it was rare for anyone to even get their refund checks until two weeks or so into the semester. It’ll work out. In the meantime, you can supplement your food budget with free food from guest speaker events!
I was planning on doing so tonight, but I have to work in the morning. So, I’m putting it off until about 1PM on Friday. I’ll have to drink extra because in addition to everything else, I’m also a damn, dirty procrastinator.
This past Saturday. I really can’t recall ever having drank to avoid thinking about my problems, but I’d just had a nasty fight with my girl and for some reason the beer in my fridge just called to me. I crushed that six pack in less than 30 minutes and felt, well, drunk and uncaring.
Mid-December, after my last final exam of that semester. I think everyone had a rough time with that exam, and the class was small enough (13 people) that I didn’t know if a curve would help me out. One of my classmates, after handing in her exam, announced that she was ready to cry. I suddenly wondered if it had been worth working myself ragged for the previous few weeks only to bomb on the final. A few of us decided to commiserate over drinks and discuss whether the exam was an ass-raping or a skull-fucking. When we arrived at the bar, it was packed, presumably with students who had just had a similar experience. The place was relatively empty by the time we were done drowning our sorrows.
Upon reading this thread, some folks’ problems make mine seem like petty whining. To those whose “things suck” drink was recent, I hope you’re all better soon, so that you can get back to drinking for fun, the way God intended.
That’s me. If I’m upset or stressed or worried, I’m unlikely to drink much. If I have a wonderful day it’s more likely I might cap it off with righteous drunk.
Oddly enough, I rarely drink when I’m upset or angry about something. And I tend to drink a lot.
Basically I never got the whole dude sitting there with a bottle of whisky drinking his problems away. If anything, it just makes me feel worse and more angry.
Like some of the previous posters, I don’t usually go on a drunk when things suck; drunks are mostly unintentional.
However, a year ago last NYE, I was unceremoniously dumped the day before. Waaaayyyy too many SoCo and diet Sprites (yeah, I know, SoCo, what was I thinking?), I was poured into my BFF’s guest bed with a waste basket beside me. Didn’t make me feel any better about being dumped and I had one helluva hangover.
I have 30 (now 25) days to GTFO of my home.
To each his own.