A couple of weeks ago my boss organised a hiking sort of expedition for the three employees and himself to go on to build something he called 'team spirit'. We get there around dinner time, have a few drinks a BBQ and everyone starts to get pretty rowdy, so I mention I'd bought some weed with me (already knowing that my boss and the other guy smoke very occasionally). We decide to smoke some in the adjacent paddock and look up at the stars and talk shit, so I go buy a can and make a ghetto rig. Now is probably a good time to mention the other employee (the newset) is a 21yo chick who we've all tried to suss out and determine whether she indulges or not but she's quite cagey with the issue so we all just assume she doesn't.... also she was recently in a car accident and sprained her ankle so she's on crutches.
We wander over to the paddock and I crack out the can and weed. We all have a toke and I hand it over to my boss to give to the n00b (because fuck knows if I'm going to take responsibility for that). She's already quite drunk by this stage so only a crazy man couldn't see what would happen next. She has a toke, then another, and another, then starts rambling on about crap. She's fucked up.
We decide to wander back to our huts to get some sleep, considering how drunk/stoned the n00b is, I'm suprised she hasn't fallen over yet. I think too soon. She declares its a race to the fence, and begins to crutch herself double-time towards the finish line. Within her first few lunges, she over compensates for balance and is at a 45º angle to the ground when she tries to regain her support but its all too late and she ends up face planting on the gravel path - her chin breaking the fall - her arms holding the cruthes are the last thing to hit the ground.
I can still hear the thud. I can still see my bosses face. I can still feel the rising laughter I had to supress so her dignity doesn't hit the ground as hard as she did. My god, it was one of the funniest stacks I'd ever seen. We all attempt to help her up without bursting into laughter, but I fail miserably and back off into the darkness to let out a massive ROFL.
The next day she was very quiet, and to this day whenever we mention it she says she can't remember.
So drugs at my workplace aren't talked about, it's just one of those things that we all kind of assume each other do. As long as we don't turn up to work spun, fucked or munted - my boss is happy - which makes me happy.
Sorry for the long winded story, my fingers were on a mission.