In most offices...who would even notice?

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When I was still a teenager, I got a job after school that entailed working 4 hours for a maintenance company that did cleaning work for a major corporation in the area (the work was mainly comprised of cleaning toilets...the more seasoned employees got to clean offices). I worked there with a friend and we were able to persuade 2 older workers (one was a re-formed bank-robber; I'm probably better off not knowing what the other guy had done) to buy us a case of beer, which we shared and polished off with them in a van that belonged to one of them. This was all before work started. At that point, I had only been "drunk" once in my life. When we left the van, I floated to work, rather than walked. Had never felt better in my life! I started cleaning the toilets with vigor and enthusiasm. However, by the time I reached the ladies' bathrooms, I was near collapse. Inside the bathroom, I collapsed. My supervisor found me stretched out on the floor, and I informed him, in slurred, broken tones, "Brian, I can't clean another f....'in toilet...if my life depends on it." He went to find my friend, who was not quite as bad off as me (he had passed out in a stall), and told him, "You better help your friend finish up...he's wasted." Somehow, we both made it through the night. We didn't specifically get fired for that incident. After all, this was the late 70's, and drinking and getting stoned were considered fairly commonplace. Indeed, one supervisor was so stoned one night that he forget to put on his shoes when he came to work. A month or 2 later, however, they let me know that my performance was not "satisfactory" and they were letting me go (they also suspected me of stealing money from the tampon machines...all I can say is that I wasn't the only guilty party). My friend was let go not long afterward. I've never repeated the incident, but occasionally I've gone out to lunch during work hours and had one or 2 more than I should. The only difference between now and those cavalier teenage days is that I know I'm playing with fire, and am making a concerted effort to cease and desist indulging in such self-destructive behavior.

Another thing I did with the good old department of revenue was to attend a Halloween party & after-party with complete disregard to the fact that I had to be at work in 3 hours. I went in hammered and it was showing. Luckily the ladies just gave me some busy paperwork to do and joked around about how that's what their supervisor used to do when they came in hung over back in the 80's. Gotta love state jobs.

That's certianly right, there are places which wouldn't notice! In fact, the boss is sometimes the one who arrives drunk! Still not something I would want to do because I don't want people thinking I am a low life.

Air contol...this is Delta 109 out of Dallas (hic) Come in, Delta 109 Were ready to land...(hic)..but we're confused Confused? How? Do I land on the right runway when I cover my left eye, or (hic) the left runway when I cover the right eye?

AND naked !

Could be worse . . . you could be leaving work even MORE drunk . . .