To tell you why I’ve been fired. Each Thursday night, I join a friend who loves to drink until she get plastered, she’s a good drinking buddy, she knows about my penchant for drunk driving and she was used to drive very drunk when she had a car. We generally go to bars where nobody knows us and we mix strong beers and hard liquor until the bar close. After I drive her back to her flat while we share a bottle of gin. She also loves to get high with everything she can have. So, on Thursday evening, we both drank and took caps until 3 A.M., we left the bar very drunk, but not crawling drunk. I put her in front of her building and I came back home. As I didn’t feel drunk enough, I swallowed a full bottle of vodka and a full tablet of Xanax on the way. I arrived at home trashed as I like to be. When I woke on Friday morning, I still had a light buzz but I didn’t feel drunk at all. I swallowed some vodka and took few lines of cocaine before to leave bed and I went to the bathroom. I couldn’t notice it but the Xanax I took few hours earlier was still in my blood and was reactivated by alcohol. I continue to drink after my shower while I was putting the make up on my face. One my friends sent me a message on my Tox App, it’s an App I use to talk about things can’t write on Discord. He’s a great DF fan and he loves to push me to drink. To please him I deeply chugged vodka and got dressed. He wanted to push me to get drunk but told him I couldn’t be drunk at work anymore. Two weeks earlier, I’ve been caught by my boss and he planned a meeting with HR and me because of my drinking habits. While my kids were eating their breakfast, I continue to drink fast while chatting with my friend; we always talk about my drunkenness and he like to read how drunk my drinking buddy was the past night. While I was answering him, I wasn't paying attention to my really rapid consumption of alcohol. And since I kept telling him that I couldn't afford to show up to work drunk anymore, he suggested that I get high on xanax, which seemed like a great alternative. I put 8 caps in my mouth and chugged vodka on them, I was aroused and really thirsty, as soon the vodka bottle had been empty, I picked up Bumbu rum one and at new deeply chugged out of it. My friend asked me if I could feel the effect of the Xanax. As I was high on the Xanax that I took the previous night, I couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t know it, but I was really high and I already had some loss of balance. On my friend suggestion, I took 4 more caps and continue to drink. I put my kids in my car and drove them to school while my friend was texting me to drink and was giving me challenges, I didn’t stop to reply that I couldn’t be drunk at work as I often did it before, but each time my phone was ringing or I replied, I couldn’t resist to mechanically raise the bottle to my lips and drink. My friend was insisting a lot in order I take more Xanax, but I refused, I really wanted to stay wise. I parked my car near the school of my daughters and I let my son lead them up to their class. During this time, I rolled a join and mixed the weed with some PCP; my phone didn’t stop to ring, my friend was really boring this morning. I didn't even bother reading his messages anymore. My son came back and I drove him to his school, on the way, I felt really relaxed due to the PCP I was smoking. Some effects of PCP are the same than alcohol; slurring, blurred vision, dizziness… So, as I had those symptoms, I thought it was due to PCP and not to alcohol. That’s why I continued to drink. In front of the college of my son, I stopped the car and finally read the messages of my friend; he was supplying me to drink. As I didn’t know I was drunk, I accepted to drink a few, I asked my son to stay a moment with me. I blown in his face and asked him if I was smelling alcohol, he answered in the negative. Reassured, I deeply chugged rum from bottle, and blown at new in his face, he said that I still not smell alcohol. So, I put the bottle my mouth, and I forced me to chug as much as I could, my second was firmly gripping the steering wheel to prevent me from staggering in my seat. When I turned my head to my son, I had lots of difficulties to see him, I could feel my eyes rolling and I was slurring a lot. While I was asking to my son if I was now smelling alcohol, I’ve been interrupted times because my stomach was bloating. I nearly felt head first on my son while trying to blow again. Quietly my son told me that I was now very lightly smelling alcohol, so lightly that nobody will notice it. It was enough for me now, I thanked him and let him go to his lessons. On the way to work, I continue to drink until bottle got empty, my car was really skittish that morning, it refused to stay in its lane and struggled to let me change gears. Arrived in the carpark of office, I took a moment to read my friend’s messages; he was very enthusiastic that I accepted to drink for him. As I didn’t want to drink anymore, he insisted at new to I take some Xanax, I capitulated and accepted but I said that I’ll do it once I’ll be inside of the building. I nearly felt of my car when I tried to left it, I violently slapped the door and staggered while walking to the door, my punch hit the wall when I tried to scan my access card, I was making some little steps in every direction to keep my balance. I walked as I could to the elevator and pushed on the button, when I my head to see which of the two elevators will come, I lost my balance and felt over. As there was nothing in hall to grab to help me to get up, I crawled inside the elevator, and it’s only once in it that I could grab a bar to help me to get up again. I staggered out of the elevator and go to my locker, I to do several attempts to be able to insert the little key in its tiny hole. I opened the locker, grabbed a pouch of liquor out of it and drank it greedily. I was staggering on my place while drinking, it was so good. I put 4 more Xanax in mouth and swallowed them with what left in the pouch. I opened another pouch and pour out its contents in my mug. I felt in a happy and greedy mood, I feared that this one pocket would not be enough, so I grabbed two other pockets and slipped one into each of the cups of my bra. I was working in a large open space, I strategically choose my spot in the back of the room, to be near the toilets each time I want to sniff some cocaine and in order supervisors cannot see me. In front of the door, I took a deep breath, open the door and walked fast to my spot one hand caressing the wall to prevent me to stagger, nobody noticed anything, I took care to not reply to the hellos of my colleagues to not slur or distract me of my goal; reach my spot. Once sit on my chair, I was proud of me and texted what happened to my friend, he was as excited as me, I celebrated my awesome skills with some swallows of my mug. I was clearly drunk and I now knew it but I didn’t care, I just wanted to leave office and go to a bar. Drunk as I was, I couldn’t remember my password, so in place of working, I spent time by watching things on the Internet. Two hours later, the two pouches I had hide in my bra were gone and it was time of my break. My imagination was full of vicious ideas, I was very excited and wanted to strangers in the toilet of the first bar I will find. I got up of my chair as I could and staggered to wall to do the same thing that I did when I arrived, but this time it didn’t work, by three times, I lost so much my balance that I deviate to hit a desk. I finally reached the door, opened it and join my car after I had taken the elevator. In my car, I rolled a second join with weed and PCP, a very big one, I smoked it while texting as I could to my friend; describing how drunk and high I was and how trashed I wanted to be. I was very horny, partying alone in my car, drinking and smoking. By texting, an idea came to me, on noon, I’m used to go to a restaurant, but I never eat, only drink, and on Friday, I’m used to drink so much than I’m able to go to work on the afternoon. My idea was to arrive in the restaurant as drunk as I’m usually be when I leave it on Friday, and there, drink as I’m used to on Friday, whatever happen, I will just continue order strong cocktails even if I’m not able to grab my glass anymore or if I’m too trashed to not fall of my stool. Horny, I was playing with clit and it’s only when my friend stopped to reply to me that I realized that my break had been at least two times longer that it should be. When I got up out of my car, I felt on my knee; I was trashed, drunk and high, and totally in wild mood. I knew I was visibly but I didn’t care, my mind was the same as when I’m in sex parties; I wanted to show off my drunkenness, I was proud of it and sexually excited by other people notice it. I got up and giggled, on my way to the building door, every thing I was looking was moving, just when you’re underwater and watch the surface. I couldn’t keep my balance anymore; I was twining while walking and I loved that.
