whoa! If you were that messed up, then you should
not have been driving -- not cool, man, not cool.
I think that it's part of the reason why I use so often... hmmm... in fact, I took a week off just recently and now that I think about it, I
did use less often. I guess that when I'm ready to clean up my act and move onto my other life plans, I'll have to quit that job, and that's an exciting thought.
These are my exact thoughts. I'm on my way to being clean now as well and getting a new job, so guess we'll see how it works out.
I've had an opiate addiction the past 5 years so I've been through quite a few jobs. The worst was when I worked for a casino equipment company I accidentally dropped a $4000 slot machine- BOOM- glass and pieces exploded everywhere. I also drove a 28ft box truck for that same company high as balls. It was fun though, I wasn't high enough to nod, but felt awesome doing it. I don't condone driving fucked up and I was making a mistake, but at the time I was happy doing it. I agree with verso driving fucked up is NOT cool.
I work for a finance company now doing repo paperwork at my own desk, own phone, own space, so I nod out all the time and no one ever knows as long as cars keep getting repo'd (and they do, I'm damn good at my job which is probably the only reason why they haven't noticed)
Being sick off dope sucks more at work and I get way far less done. That's the worse of the 2 evils. I'm productive on dope.
Also I was a car salesman and was high on opiates a lot, no one ever knew then either, I just always felt good. Also opiates have this wierd ability to give you energy in lower doses so I was always up beat, it helped me sell a lot of cars. Also I did coke as a salesman too.
I had worked in a garage as well a tech high on dope, I worked very proficient there. Just on down time (when no cares needed repairs) I nodded off in a corner somewhere and my boss had to come find me a lot. Also it made me hate cleaning. AND actually I was nauseous one time from dope, and I opened up a rear axle to drain the fluid - THE NASTIEST SMELLING FLUID ON EARTH - and I ended up puking in my roll-a-long oil catcher, which basically separates water from oil, then you dispense it through a machine that tanks it. I can't imagine which portion all those chunks went into.
Also, one time I rolled on these red telephone ecstasy pills. I took 2 and rolled for 9 hours (not kidding) I didn't sleep at all (usually I rolled for 5 hrs, slept for 4, then worked) and I ended up literally crying underneath of a car because I felt the complete opposite of happy at work. I wasn't even sad, I just couldn't stop myself from crying. Looking back on it, it's kind of funny...