At the place i used to work, before the depot moved years ago we had this rocker drug dealer guy in the office as one of the sales team, he was a good salesman but he was always off his nut, he'd come into work still off his tits having not slept sometimes, saw him nodding at the desk a few times, dunno if it was opiates but he looked munted, this other sales guy would drive off at lunch time, park up and drink cans of lager in laybys, or come into work still ratted
id be able to handle going to work in an office mashed or hanging but my warehouse job was a nightmare when wrecked, those pre ban meph comedowns were a struggle, body lethargic felt like a blob of lead walking around
I went through periods where it was the norm for me to show up at work still awake from the night before, my first internship right after uni collided with me discovering I could buy mephedrone online, it's brilliant, it was such a revelation, before that I had only used the internet for natural stuff, Ayhuasca ingredients, enthenogens, but not chemicals.
Soon my coworkers were complaining about the chemical smell in the office, it's crazy, I would go to the loo, have a line, pee, you know that pee that you get on uppers, when it hurts your lower back and you don't have any push, it justs flows out of your dick but with no pressure, so you have to sit down, that stinky dark pee. I would come out of there and go back at my desk, you could literally feel the smell of mephedrone spreading like a toxic cloud(the toilets were right next to my office).
All my clothes would reek of it, fun times though, I have so many stories about work and drugs I could write a book.
During my pv days I used to go to the car park to have a toot, basically the security guy saw me chase pv off foil in my car during lunchbreaks, the car park was right next to the entrance where the security booth was.
Got sent back from work too, once I don't even remember what I did, I arrived there I was seeing tracers, everything was morphing, I was still full on tripping, my boss, who was the wimpiest softest french canadian on the planet, was like "my friend I think you should go home your eyes are not right". LOL what a massive understatement, I went to check myself in the mirror in the toilets, I would have looked bad coming out of a club at 7 am, huge pupils, crazy bloodshot eyes, going all over the place.
The thing is I still remember the drive to work that day was like Lord of the Rings, I kept on thinking I could mind read the other drivers, I had all different plots for them, like I was stuck in traffic and it was like a soap opera, all played in mind, I had the same time of delusion on mdpv another time, it's weird, it's a recurrent thing when I'm in a certain state.
