She left the fixin's on the Bayview desk.
As much as I say my job drives me to drink, actually doing so at work does not improve either my day or the ride home afterwards. But the Mimosans today were not on the clock. They just didn't clean up after themselves.
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Looks nommy. I'm jealous. Appropriate next to the "SHIT NO" literature too.
Mimosas aren't really my thing. I'm with you on any kind of drink at work though; on the rare occasion I've had a beer at lunch it just made me sleepy and/or resentful of the rest of my work day.
OJ sounds better than coffee...
As a school bus driver I have encountered a few occasions when I would truly love a drink at work. However, for some reason, that is frowned upon in this line of work. Go figure. =)
In an office where I worked, everyone was a cokehead (It was the '80's!) or an alcoholic or both. We snorted to keep us going during the day and drank when it was over--or when work was abandoned for the time being. Some of us drank during lunch.
After a Christmas party, my boss's boss--who weighed 115 pounds soaking wet--invited me into his office and opened a file drawer full of libations that, shall we say, don't come from Florida groves. We partook.
When it was all over, I had to carry him through the bowels of Penn Station and call his wife to pick him up--at 3 am.
I don't drink, but I am favorably impressed by your employer's policy and totally psyched by the neat collection of books.
Have a Great Week!
Peace :)
I, too, had encounters with cocaine in the workplace in the 1980s. Nothing as dramatic as Justine's experience! But at the bike shop where I worked in 1980 we had a part-time employee who turned out to be a dealer and clearly an enthusiastic user, so his work days were probably more pharmaceutically enhanced than mine. Later, at a retail job, the owner was enjoying the 1980s habit du jour quite a bit. In the 1980s, cocaine was practically on the table in the diner in a dispenser next to the sugar. I was fortunate to find its effects unimpressive and its price ridiculous. An accident of physiology, I'm sure. I take no credit for the fact that the few tastes people tossed my way never sparked a craving. It just worked out that way.
At the bike shop we also had some wild evenings with beer and bourbon. The oldest person working there was perhaps 35. One of our regular customers said he loved to come to our shop because there was no adult supervision. No one had invented reality TV, so we have no detailed record of the goings-on in the house many of us shared. It ended up turning into the unofficial dormitory for the whole staff.
Two of the people in our crazy crowd are now police officers. At least one is dead -- of non-lifestyle-related medical issues. I should write some of this stuff down, after I check on the statute of limitations on a few details. :-)
One of my co-workers in the camera store (1978-80) was a dedicated cocaine user. When he entered medical school, we assumed it was for access to drugs. One of my other co-workers said that if he went to the emergency room and heard this guy being paged, he'd leave immediately if he had to wheel himself out, no matter what his condition. i don't know if the guy ever became a doctor. And of course in those days a drink at lunchtime was not yet considered grounds for termination.
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