"Employee of the month"
My first ever full time job was working for a cheesy (and now closed) mobile phone retail company. In order to get the team (staff) motivated (together and pissed) they had a monthly "Employee of the Month" award ceremony. Now, to get people to go they provided beer and nibbles... lots of beer and a few nibbles.

I remember one night when, after the ceremony and about 8 beers, we all descided to go on to the pub and things got a bit blurry after then. More beers and a curry came into the evening but they remain to this day a faint blur until about 12am when I got home when the sudden sobering up moment had occured.

It happened all so suddently; one moment I was trying to get into bed, the next, more of my vomit was in the bed than I was. I remember thinking that this was a bad state of affairs and that I couldn't possibly sleep in a chunder filled bed. Instantly sober.

I remember stripping off the bed, washing the covers in the shower (to get the bits of korma off the sheets) and popping them into the washing machine (I was living with my parents at the time and I didn't want to face the sympathy of being found to have yacked all over my bed).

I awoke next morning, feeling a bit worse for wear and in search of coffee only to find my mum in the kitching smiling at me. She asked me if I'd had a good night and, just as I thought I'd got away with it, asked me if I'd been sick. I admitted that I had and asked how she knew. She pointed to the open washing machine door the the back legs of the cat sticking out.

No, I should point out that the cat was a HUGE beast; 16lbs of Ginger brawler who would eat anything and it was he who had given the game away. As soon as the waching machine door had been opened he had gone over and stuck his head inside. The loud purring and sounds of munching as he ate the lumps of curried, regurgitated and washed lamb out of the washing machine had give the game away.

Betrayed by your own cat... bummer.
(Khaine, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 11:59, Reply)