When i first got into research chemicals in later highschool I chose to do homeschooling so I could work a really cool office gig that my older 21 year old best friend hooked me up with...worked with some cool ex-druggies...I would key bump a line of AMT or freebase some DPT-oil, be processing ordering, checking addresses, even doing (LOL), acccounts receivable and accounts payable, my boss would walk up to me and be jibber-jabbering at me about something or another (if I fucked up on one tiny thing, even though I did like 3 people's jobs since they were always stoned and drunk), he'd walk up to me and his face would explode into a thousand fractals and mandalas... He used to ask me if i was on roophies all the time or some shit... lmfao..I was just THAT good at my job that he didn't care.
After becomming and ending my tweak fest of almost 3 years when i started college (when I really got into opiates hardcore), I worked at Vons for awhile...I was again THAT good of a worker, pulling all the retards slack and doing the job of 3-4 other people, not getting a raise or anything..just a pat on the old back...They treated me good though..I nodded out hardcore on xanax and heroin inside a jack-in-the-box right next store to the place on my lunch break..spilling shit..i even broke the soda fountain...my manager and the store manager showed up and dragged my ass to the main office of my work and just had me sit in a chair and sober up...the asshole towel head at jack in the crack called the cops. I lost my job that time, but they sure helped me out through a lot of nodding out on the spot before that...lol..i was so out of it a jack in the box, the cops were showing up, my friends were there, bosses, and i was still demanding i get my "fucking ice creme!"...*the soda fountain leaking ass in the background...my uniform and hair soaked in all the flavors of the rainbow