
I spent three years "working" in the Ministry of Agriculture carefully crafting projectiles out of folded paper and drawing pins that I would then fire at colleagues with an elastic band. On discovering I'd been conducting all-out warfare when I should really have been in a field counting cows, I was asked to "reconsider my career options" outside the service.
Why, then, should you be fired from your job?
( , Thu 9 Aug 2007, 13:04)
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It was the turn of the millennium and a drug called Ketamine was all the rage. I took my snort bullet with me into my work as a Pharmacy Tech. Towards the end of a day I decided the little bumps I had been taking all day weren't cutting it, so I went into the bathroom and finished off what seemed to be a minimal amount of what powder I had left.
I went back behind the counter and all seemed to be in order. A customer came up and gave me her last name and as I turned to get her meds I fell into a hole.
Not literally. Ketamine is a disassociatetive and in high doses your body continues to do things while your mind is elsewhere.
I came back into consciousness with the Pharmacist holding both my shoulders shaking me asking, "Are you all right?"
Apparently I had been wandering around looking like a Teletubby completely oblivious to my surroundings as I drooled and made guttural noises. The line had backed up and they were all wondering if this was a joke or I had gone retarded.
I ran into the bathroom and told everyone involved that I was having stomach problems. They gave me the benefit of the doubt and I came back the next day, but supposedly the Pharmacists were not to leave me alone in the pharmacy anymore.
( , Sat 11 Aug 2007, 4:49, Reply)
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