So, I was four bottles of Woodchuck Amber into a six-pack (usually takes five for me to start to really feel it), on my first night off from work in two weeks, when work calls and asks if I can go in.  I think it had something to do with the snow that was plaguing my area at the time.  A new company had just taken over my department, and I was one of the few people there who knew how to work a certain position, so of course I was the first called.  I guess the supervisor thought I sounded well enough to actually do the post, because he took the company vehicle to come transport me there (I only live three minutes away from there).

Everything turned out fine, I was back to normal within two hours.  Fortunately it was the night shift when barely anything happens.  Not that I couldn't have done it during the day shift, too (although I wouldn't have chanced that; I can play sober fine, but still).

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Feb 24, 2010