Today before work I needed some dutch courage so I downed a whole bottle of fizzy pink champaigne in the bath. It felt great and I marched off to work telling myself that I didn't give two flying monkey's fucks about what happened with Kissy Boy and Betty Blue. I believed it too, until I walked out on the floor and saw the two of them sitting beside each other (or in adjacent booths). They were having a laugh and giggling. They saw me and waved me over, I waved back but I didn't go. I went and sat at the other side of the room from them.
Three phonecalls in I couldn't take it any longer, I could feel the alcohol climbing up my throat. Wee bits of sick in my mouth, I swallowed them down but they just came back up bigger. I started to cry.
I ran down the corridor to the disabled bogs, which were thankfully empty and boked all over the place. I sat on the toilet seat and fell asleep. I only slept about ten minutes but it was enough to make me feel hungover.
I cleaned the place up as best I could and went back to the floor.
My supervisor asked me if I was alright and I mumbled something about not being well enough to come back to work, she was really sympathetic and said I should go home and get better, they'd pay me for the day.
I can't believe how nice she was, in the last call centre I worked in that would have been it over for me.
I walked home wondering if it was a good idea to open that second bottle of pink champaigne in the fridge.
Maybe not.
oh no. xx
ReplyDeleteI love that fizzy pink champaigne but I think I need to take it slower next time. Sip, sip, gulp is the foolproof method not to be sick.
ReplyDeleteYou should try and just drink in the evenings, not first thing in the morning. Actually I dont know how you can drink (alc) first thing, I drink at night and I don't want to drink the next day until the evening. What I want in the mornings is plenty of water and also lots of coffee. But it works, cos I can drink like a fish at night, then go to work the next day (OK, sometimes I need some fizzy paracetamol if I've got a bad head when I wake up, but in 30 minutes, after 3 co-codamols, whoopee, the head doesn't hurt any more. OK, the head doesn't feel anything at all, in fact the whole of reality becoms rather blurred, which might not be a good thing in terms of driving skills, but hey, the headache is gone and there you go). Go into Boots (if they have Boots shops in Belfast, I don't know what they have up there, its like a different country) and ask for "a packet of soluble co-codamols". If you don't have the money to pay for them, then just get the pack, and pretend to look at the packaging really closely, and then suddenly make a run for it with them, when the checkout chick isn't looking. Don't feel bad, she won't lose her job as long as you don't try it too often at the same shop, because it might look like she is colluding with you. Better still if you get lucky with the checkout chick, then you can do the whole "collusion" thing, and elope together, and bid the world a two-fingered salute. But then I'm probably getting carried away, now. Ah it's nice to dream.
ReplyDeleteDo you keep a blog anon? If so give me the URL. If you don't, start one.
ReplyDeletefuck! you should do something about betty blue... i'm sick as a dog too and life sucks.
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying that to me, TK. I'm kind of thinking of starting a blog, but I'm just a bit nervous about it, not sure why. It'd be like getting up on a stage, or something. I'm too shy to even put a name on here. I totally like your blog though.
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