F.U.B.A.R.
Bluelight Crew
The worst @F.U.B.A.R. was when I worked at a 24/7 garage selling petrol etc.
My mate had cooked some K & I had 2 grams off him, I decided to cut a line just before we locked up & sadly it really kicked in so fast, I knew I was gonna be fucked.
For some reason it hit me so quickly & hard I began to loose track of time etc & felt I may "hole" off it, I had to walk back & began to panic I may not make it & I knew I had to walk with the woman I was working the shift with. I remember locking up with her but everything was going in frames & her talking sounded like "WWWEEEE HHHAAAAVVVEEE TTTOOO LLLOOOCCCKKK UUUUPPPP"
I remember the shutter coming down & the next thing I remember is we are half way into town, we had walked a good 20 mins 7 she was talking to me, I have no idea how i made it into town with her or WTF I had been saying, she was so odd with me for the rest of the months I worked there, still to this day I have NO IDEA what I said or how I behaved as we walked down the street, how I made it that far is a miracle to say the least.
Lesson here is DON'T do Ketamine as you leave work kids, it isn't a good idea.
When I worked for Virgin in a call centre I made friends with a cool guy, he used to do gear years before but got clean, cut a long story short I scored for him & he hadn't used in years, he ended up going on the nod after lunch when we had a smoke, he was sent home as his head was down on the PC & totally out of it.
He also had some Salvia off me as he liked acid, he was so mad at me the next day, his missus rang me up going mad too asking WTF had I given him, he had a full on Salvia breakthrough trip & got way more than he expected, I did try to warn him it was potent but he felt he knew better.
Haha, dissociatives and work just do not mix.
I used to work in a filling station when I was 17. This place was in the middle of nowhere and consisted of a shed with a few petrol pumps outside. All of the youngsters in the area worked there at some point. We were all taking the fuckin piss. After every shift I went home with 60 fags, an endless supply of munchies and more often than not, a tenner out of the till. Everyone else was also doing the same. I was also selling weed under the counter and the local smackheads used to drop by, fill up and fuck off. Not my problem.
This went on for ages until one day I turned up for work and there was a note saying "you're all sacked".
I filled my boots....