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I am 22m. I just started working in the welding/steel working industry February of this year. The guy that I get stuck working with and learning from all the time is like 45 and he's hungover and grumpy all the time. He has like three DUIs and in his own words, Ain't no quitter.

Anyway, he constantly talks down to me and gives me a hard time because im young and don't know how to just jump in and do alot of stuff on my own yet. Every time I have to interrupt what he's doing to ask a question it's like "Seriously kid? How do you not know how to do this shit!?!?!?" Like bro, I'm 22. I worked at McDonald's before this. I'm an apprentice, I'm not supposed to know how to do everything, I'm supposed to do the shit work for you and learn the more advanced stuff as I go.

He got his license suspended and has all kinds of fines and court costs to pay, so he is also constantly trying to bum rides, or wanting to borrow $20. He recently got caught driving on suspended license, and got sentenced to a few weekends in jail. Friday at work, he asked me to drop him off at the jail after work, so he can serve his first weekend. I was like sure bro, whatever.

After work I drove him down to the jail. When we pulled into the parking lot, there were several cops milling about, socializing around a cop car. That's when the intrusive thought popped into my head. My coworker got out of the car, and started walking tword the entrance. I started to pull out of the parking lot. I rolled my window down and shouted "HE HAS DRUGS UP HIS ASS!!!!!" All the cops snapped their heads tword my car and then at my coworker. I drove off cackling like the Joker.

Don't know if that caused him to get a more invasive search than he would have otherwise, and if he shows up for work Monday he's gonna be pissed, but he's always pissed anyway so who cares. Maybe try not being a dick to the person you constantly bum rides off of 🤷‍♂️

Any body else out there feel like Hollywood gave up on comedies? It feels like after 2015 or so, they just stopped even attempting to make genuinely funny movies with super memorable/quotable moments, "I know who I am! I'm a dude playing a dude, disguised as another dude!" ~Tropic Thunder. So may great examples like Fourty Year Old Virgin, Super Bad, The Hangover franchise, American Pie, Me Myself And Irene, literally ay Adam Sandler film from the 90s and early 2000s.

IDK, it feels like a lot of it died out with brick and mortar video stores, as well as the rise of over sensitivity about offending people

I have so very much resentment for my elderly mother and it's getting very difficult for me to contain it.

Hey yall, not looking for advice and I know I'm going to catch some hate, I just need to get this out.

I'm 37m, im currently caring for my 72yo mother. She is very frail and not in great health. She was married and divorced three times, refused to try dating after her third marriage failed due to how bad that relationship went. She ended that marriage when I was 13.

Her entire working life was spent working minimum wage adjacent jobs ( maybe making a dollar or two more than minimum wage). And she never even attempted to anything to get herself to a better position in life or prepare for retirement. She always just assumed she would be married or social security would be enough to cover it.

Also she allowed me to grow up in an abusive household. Age three to thirteen, I was abused verbally, physically, and for a brief stent sexualy by my step father on a daily basis. She claims not to have known about the sexual stuff, but I'm far from convinced.

Anyway, all that said, when I was 16, life was better than it had ever been. With the divorce all the abuse stopped and I finally felt comfortable in my own home. I was dating my high-school sweetheart and very much in love with her. I was at the top of my class and well on my way to going to college for mechanical/electrical engineering, allready had some awesome grants lined up due to my GPA and economic status.

Mom abruptly decided that she was going to move us back to Tennessee, because all of our relatives live there and she needed to spend time with her mother before she passed, which is understandable. When she married the man who ruined my childhood, he immediately moved us to Michigan, where we lived from 1994-2006.

I very much did not want to move back to Tennessee, I was in love with my girlfriend and had two years of high-school left before graduation. However, my mother was dead set on the move. The plan was for me to finish out high-school in Tennessee, then attend college. Well mom didn't do her research, like always, and it turned out that the cost of living was roughly 2x higher in Tennessee, and by the time she realized it, it was allready too late. She spent all her money on the move, only to realize that I can't cover all the required expenses on what I make as a house keeper at a poopie motel. I'm sure yall can see where this is going.

Shortly after the move, she sat me down and told me that she was sorry, but she wasn't going to be able to afford everything by herself, and that I was going to have to skip the last two years of high-school and start working to help pay bills. So much to my dismay, I dropped out and got my GED, which disqualified me from the college grants that I had worked so hard to secure, and entered the workforce at 17.

The deal was that it was going to be a 50/50 thing between my mother and I could figure something out an at least make college happen. Never did. We always struggled financially, even just keeping a good running vehicle was way harder than it rightfully should have been. In around 2008 she got into a car wreck and totaled out our car. We didn't have any savings and she was injured and couldn't work. I had to do some illegal stuff that I won't go into detail about and am ashamed of in order to quickly aquire a few thousand dollars in order to get a vehicle so I could get back and forth to work.

After my mother healed up, she flat out refused to even attempt to go back to work or look for a job. She said that she just couldn't do it any more and she could never bring herself to drive again after the accident. She was 52 at the time.

I explained that if I was going to be working and paying my own way in life that I wanted to move out into my own place, so she needed to start dating and looking to get married if she wasn't going to get a job and do what she needed to do in order to support herself.

She freaked the heck out, started sobbing/guilt tripping me and I fell for it. She begged me to pay the bills until she was old enough to draw social security, then she would be able to support herself. I explained to her that's not how social security works. It's not to completely cover your expenses, it's to supplement your savings for retirement, it's not going to be enough. You can't tell that woman anything. Flash foward to 2012, and she is old enough to start drawing benefits. Well....due to the fact that she only worked low wage jobs, retired early, and started drawing social security as soon as she possibly could, she only gets $350 per month in social security, and $160 in food stamps, and I am still supporting her to this day.

Over the years I have tried dating and looked for a serious relationship many times. Every single time becomes a failure to launch when things start to get serious, because who TF wants to date/marrie someone who is a high-school dropout who lives with their mother, it doesn't matter that it's because im caring for her. In a perspective girlfriend/wife's eyes, im a 35yo loser who still lives with his mom.

Despite everything, I love my mother. The things she did do right as a parent, she knocked it out of the park. That doesn't change the fact that her rash, poorly planned, and outright stupid life choices have resulted in so much phycological damage and missed opportunities for me personally. I'm 37, have never been married or in a long term relationship, never had my own living space, never had kids, didn't get to go to college, and at this point kept a roof over her head and supported her existence loger than she did for me.

I find myself resenting her more and more every day, and it's getting very hard for me to maintain and be kind and loving tword her. I just want to pack my stuff in the middle of the night and leave, not tell anyone where im going. My mother is close to the end of her life, and I just avoid her. I live in the same house and say about five sentences a day to her. If im not at work, I'm in my bedroom with the door closed, I just don't even want to be around her because just being in her presence makes me feel so angry and disgusted with her. I feel awful about myself so feeling this way, but the longer this goes on, the worse the resentment and anger gets.

I've had to watch my older siblings, friends, relatives go out and do what they want with their lives, get married, have kids, travel, all while my own life passes me by. I just can't forgive my mother for the reprocussions of her choices, im sure she didn't have malicious intent, but it caused me to pay an extremely high price. I love her dearly and hate her so much at the same time, it's killing me inside and I don't know what to do other than continuing to suffer in silence

I don't mean going back and telling 10yo me to buy Bitcoin when it launches, or to buy up gold while it's less than $500 per ounce, or invest in Amazon and Invidia. I mean just giving young me some vague predictions about about the wild things that are going to take place after the year 2000.

FUTURE ME: Hey kid, ya know you are going to see some exceptionally crazy world events that are so far out there that they will seem made up

PAST ME: What?

FUTURE ME: Yea, it's going to start right after the year 2000, and it's just going to keep happening. One crazy horrible world event after another. You will see the world become unrecognizable inside of two and a half decades.

PAST ME: Like what, how?

FUTURE ME: Well....In the late summer/early autumn of 2001, something completely unexpected and horrible is going to take place in New York city, and it's going to fundamentally change the the way the world works, and there will be no going back. Sorry, can't go into any more detail than that.

FUTURE ME: Remember during summer break 1998, at the park, how you had that thought cross your mind that it seems impossible that technology can possibly get much more advanced than it allready is?

PAST ME: Yea, I remember.

FUTURE ME: You are going to be very wrong about that.

There isn't going to be flying cars, or colonies on Mars, well at least not when I travel back to the year 2000. But ya know how your math teacher is always saying you will not be walking around with a calculator in your pocket when you get out into the real world?

PAST ME: Yea....

FUTURE ME: You will have a device in your pocket, at all times, that will have somewhere between 5,000 and 20,000 times the processing power of the desktop computers in the school library. This device will have access to Artificial Intelligence that can answer basically any question you could possibly ask it in less than a second. It would take days for me to describe everything that this device will be able to do, trust me it's going to be wild.

PAST ME: Like from Star Trek?

FUTURE ME: Kind of.

FUTURE ME: Ya know the New York thing? America is going to get into two wars at the same time because of it, and both of them are going to go on for nearly two decades, and when they are all said and done, it's just going to be a huge waste of human life, money and resources, and you are going to get the bill for all of it.

In 2008, you will get your first real adult job at 18yo. Three months later, there will be the worst financial collapse since the great depression. Do what ever it takes to buy a house right after that happens, and I know it's going to seem crazy to agree to pay that much for a house, but if you don't make it happen within about five years after the financial collapse, you will never own a house.

PAST ME: What?

FUTURE ME: Yea....and if you still don't manage to buy a house during that window of time, then don't waste your 20s working as much over time as you can get, and don't chase career advancement. You'll wake up one day at 35yo and realize that all that time and effort you put in was pointless. What you earn at 35, after adjusting for inflation, you make the equivalent of $10hr in the year 2008.... you start your first job in 2008 at literally $10hr.

Enjoy your time outside of work. Live your best life, because all that hard work, dedication, and doing things to the best of your ability will all be pointless and you will have nothing to show for it but regret.

PAST ME:.........

FUTURE ME: Ever hear of a pandemic? Well there's going to be one, and it's going to radically change how the world works again, in a really bad way, and it's just going to continue to get worse. By the time you get to be my age, a house that costs fifty thousand dollars right now will cost half a million. An apartment that rents for $250 a month right now will cost $2,000 a month in my time.

FUTURE ME: Everything else is going to get crazy expensive too. A cart full of groceries is going to cost around $500, a new pickup truck will be nearly $100,000, a burger and fries is going to cost like $20. Long story short, everything is going to cost roughly 10x what it does now, and wages are only going to increase about 2.5x what they are now.

PAST ME.......

FUTURE ME: That whole American dream thing, the work hard and give it your all mentality that all the adults are ramming into your brain right now, that's all a load of garbage. Just don't worry about all that. Enjoy your life and make the most of every single second you have outside of work.

PAST ME:........(Starts running away)

FUTURE ME: Wait, where are you going? I haven't even got to the part about dating and marriage yet!

Melinial here. I just noticed the other day that we're getting to the point where we are no longer catching near as much guff about our age, work ethic, and generaly for being melinials, I myself am an 89 model. Seems like most of the focus has shifted tword gen z, and gen alpha.

It's just funny to me that melinials are starting to talk a lot of crap about gen z and alpha. Guess it's just a natural progression. But I really want to know what it was like for yall.

It's awesome that Marijuana has been de-stigmatized, and partially legalized in many states, it's so easy and much safer to get now days. But that takes alot of the fun out of it for me.

As a teen, it was so freaking awesome to finally score a bag of weed after a long dry spell, and a lord of the rings esque quest for me and my friends to get some.

That feeling when you finally managed to scrape together enough cash to throw down on a bag together, and successfully find a plug, It was like Christmas morning every time.

Weed just doesn't seem all that special anymore now that it's as easy as buying a pack of cigs. I don't get as excited anymore, yea there's different strains, and concentrates now. But it's so easy to take for granted. And today's weed is so focused purely on THC content and not at all on CBD content, that it just isn't as fun as the old days.

Old weed produced a goofy, laughing, relaxed, euphoric high, where as modern weed will rock your shit, but produces a more on edge, this is too much type of experience. Maybe it's because im getting older and my brain chemistry is changing, but it just used to be alot more fun, now it's mainly for de-stressing at the end of the day.

Me personally, I really miss going by the video store on Friday night and renting some good ole B-horror movies, not so much that the movies were that great, but because it was one of the few easy options back then to see some ( ○ ) ( ○ ) 😅.

I also really miss Kmart, music shops, and the whole entire mall culture. It was so awesome to be able to go down to the mall with your friends and twenty bucks in your pocket and make a day of it

Brief summary so far: I was working as a supervisor at a company that manufactures construction equipment. They did not do pre employment drug tests or randoms. They had no HR department, and management didn't care if employees used drugs/came to work under the influence. As long as you could preform at an acceptable level, they just looked the other way. I had just bounced Captain Crack Sparrow out of my department, so I had an opening in my crew.

My boss decided to try using a temp agency instead of relying on referrals. So one morning he comes walking back to my department with a new guy. Introduces me and says this is blank, he's with the staffing agency, the staffing agency does periodic drug tests on their people so I know this guy isn't going to give you problems like Crack Sparrow did. WRONG!!!!

I'm not going to use the temp worker's real name. He had an opiat problem, so we're gonna call him Methadone Malone. So Within his first two hours he was allready constantly on his phone, yelling at his girlfriend and threatening her, Stuff like " listen you f*ckin b*thc, you better get them g*d d*mn loratabs before I get off work". By lunch he had proceeded to ask half the guys in the shop for pain pills.

I went to my boss and got promptly told to deal with it, just like with Crack Sparrow. CRAP! So I go back to my work area and pull Methadone Malone aside and tell him he has to stay off his phone in between breaks and stay working on the task I assigned him. Ten minutes later he's back outside the the emergency exit in my department, on his phone again, threatening and yelling at his girlfriend.

Crack Sparrow's behavior was extremely frustrating, but Methadone Malone bothered me on a whole nother level, what with the shouting and threatening of his girlfriend. I continue to make my distain for Methadone Malone's behavior know to my boss, and keep getting told to deal with it, the staffing agency drug tests it's people, so I mut be misreading the situation.

Things go on like that for several days, Methadone Malone constantly on his phone shouting at his girlfriend, wandering around the shop trying to score pain pills. I REALLY, REALLY don't like this dude, and my patience is basically gone. I catch him shouting at his girlfriend on the phone yet again, and I lose my s*it on him. It takes alot to get me to lose my composure and start shouting at someone. I believe it only happened four times in the eight years that I worked there, Methadone Malone was one of them.

Of course, Methadone Malone got butt hurt and went and snitched on me. Guess he was pretty good at presenting as normal in front of the plant manager and the folks from the staffing agency, because I got my ass chewed. Im furious at this point. Later in the day he comes up and apologizes, and stays off his phone the rest of the day.

At the end of the day he comes up and asks me for a ride to the bowling alley across town. He said his girlfriend didn't have enough gas to make it all the way to work to pick him up, and he had all of their cash on him so shevcouldn't stop and get gas. I was like fine, I can do that. In hindsight I should have declined, as there's no telling what kind of highly illegal items this guy had on him, but that thought didn't cross my mind when I agreed to give him a ride.

So we get off work and I drive him across town to the bowling alley. He pointed out his girlfriend's car and I pulled up next to it. His girlfriend was sitting in the driver's seat, passed the hell out, head leaned back off the side of the head rest, mouth wide open like a turkey in a rainstorm, slobbering all over herself. The front third of the car was up over the curb and in the bushes. I guess she was twacked out on pain pills or alcohol, and had pulled into the the parking spot and nodded off before she could put the car in park and shut it off. Guess she was too messed up to drive the rest of the way to pick up Methadone Malone from work.

Methadone Malone calmly and casually thanks me for the ride and says he'll see me in the morning, as if his girlfriend being passed out on drugs and parked half way into the bushes is normal, and it's no big deal for your boss to see something like that. He opens the door and hops out of my car, casual as can be and thanks me again. Then he immediately took on the stance and behavior of a pissed off chimpanzee walking on two legs. He quickly shuffled up to his girlfriend's car and started violently shaking it, while screaming "WAKE UP YOU STUUUUPID BIIIIIITTTTTCH!!!!!! His shaking of the vehicle dislodged the car, which was still in gear, from the curb, and it rolled the rest of the way through the bushes, across the road, and into a light pole.

At this point I was more than done with this crap. I noped the hell out of there before the cops showed up. I Immediately called my boss and demanded he get someone from the staffing agency down there tomorrow morning to hit Methadone Malone with a surprise drug test. My boss agreed after hearing about the bowling alley.

Next morning Methadone Malone acted shocked when the staffing agency showed up to drug test him. As if the bowling alley didn't happen, as if he didn't spend the last three days constantly shouting at his girlfriend on the phone demanding she score pain pills, for all to hear. Dude didn't even try to be subtle about it. Long story short, the cup he had to pee in basically melted. His drug test popped for multiple substances and I canceled his contract.

You'd think by this point my boss would at least let me interview people before sticking them in my crew, but this company was out to make dollars, not sense (pun intended). So I ended up having to deal with many more people twacked out on drugs during my time at this company, and I have a bunch more crazy stories along these lines, so if you like this post, there's alot more coming. Anyway, that's all I have for today. If yall have any crazy stories along these lines, I'd love to hear about it in the comments. Yall have a good one!

It's funny to me, I remember catching so much guff in the 2010s, all the way up to the end of that decade, for being a millennial. This generation has it so easy, these millennials are so lazy, these millennials don't know how to do anything, this generation is soft, millennials are so reckless with their finances. This generation just wants to live with Mommy and Daddy instead of going out and paying for their own existence.

We're saying the same things about the young ones who grew up in a different world than us, hell, some of them are our children who WE raised. I guess it's just a natural progression. The older generation is always going to knock the younger ones for basically not having a couple decades of adult life experience. Of course they aren't going to know how to do much. Of course they aren't going to handle stressful situations or having to work for a living as well as someone in their 30s or 40s. They literally just entered adulthood and the work force.

I did some stupid stuff when I was that age, we all did. I didn't know jack when I entered the workforce, I know I did stuff that drove my older coworkers up the wall until well into my mid twenties. And I'll be honest, I didn't have my stuff together until I was in my late 20s.

The new generation will be saying the same things about the one that comes after them in a decade or two. It's funny how we forget what it's like getting out there and figuring out how to be an adult. I think we should all try and remember where we came from and not be so quick to judge. As hard as it was for us melinials, what with 911, the two wars that went on for so long, the 2008 financial crisis, covid, this new generation has an even worse starting point in adult life. At least we got to experience the 90s and early 2000s. These young adults will never get to experience just how awesome the world used to be, and I'm not sure if they are better or worse off for it.

It's funny to me, I remember catching so much guff in the 2010s, all the way up to the end of that decade, for being a millennial. This generation has it so easy, these millennials are so lazy, these millennials don't know how to do anything, this generation is soft, millennials are so reckless with their finances. This generation just wants to live with Mommy and Daddy instead of going out and paying for their own existence.

We're saying the same things about the young ones who grew up in a different world than us, hell, some of them are our children who WE raised. I guess it's just a natural progression. The older generation is always going to knock the younger ones for basically not having a couple decades of adult life experience. Of course they aren't going to know how to do much. Of course they aren't going to handle stressful situations or having to work for a living as well as someone in their 30s or 40s. They literally just entered adulthood and the work force.

I did some stupid stuff when I was that age, we all did. I didn't know jack when I entered the workforce, I know I did stuff that drove my older coworkers up the wall until well into my mid twenties. And I'll be honest, I didn't have my stuff together until I was in my late 20s.

The new generation will be saying the same things about the one that comes after them in a decade or two. It's funny how we forget what it's like getting out there and figuring out how to be an adult. I think we should all try and remember where we came from and not be so quick to judge. As hard as it was for us melinials, what with 911, the two wars that went on for so long, the 2008 financial crisis, covid, this new generation has an even worse starting point in adult life. At least we got to experience the 90s and early 2000s. These young adults will never get to experience just how awesome the world used to be, and I'm not sure if they are better or worse off for it.

For me it was Xbox 360. Tword the end of its run, the original Xbox was doing some really impressive stuff with its existing software. And some incredible franchises had come from the original Xbox. So with halo 2 leaving me on that cliff hanger, the elder scrolls oblivion, gta 4, gears of war, dead rising. It just had so many awesome games early after the console launched and especially had the FPS side on lock

So it's 2015. Im working for a company that produces large construction equipment. We have no HR department. The company doesn't do pre employment drug tests or randoms. They don't do background checks, and they perfered to higher by referral. That led to the shop being over run by tweekers, practically over night.

I was a supervisor over the mechanical and electrical assembly department, I was assigned my first tweeker that year. Not going to use his real name, but he was very eccentric and had a style of movement that reminded me of Jack Sparrow from Pirates Of The Caribbean, so we're going to call him Crack Sparrow.

So he does fine his first week, as most do. I could tell right off the bat that he was a stimulant user, but being a drug user was to be expected at this company as management had no f*cks to give. I preferred guys in my crew to stay away from hard stuff like that, but I was told by the owners son, as long as they can stay on the rails, don't worry about it, turnover rate is too high as it is.

Monday of the next week, first thing in the morning, Crack Sparrow shows up SPUN THE F*CK OUT. Well.... crap, here we go. I take him outside to work on some equipment that had just got back off rental. Now ole Crack Sparrow had suddenly developed a fixation on the wheel loaders we had to use to move the machines that we manufactured. The company didn't require ant type of meaningful training or certification to operate the wheel loaders, just the willingness to learn.

Every time I had to go to another area to do this or that, I would come back to Crack Sparrow screwing around on a wheel loader instead of what he was supposed to be doing. I'd go tell Crack to get off the loader and go back to what he was doing. Played that game all day.

Next day. Crack Sparrow is spun out again. We go outside to start servicing another piece of equipment. It has a dead battery, I tell Crack to go in the shop and grab an extension cord and a battery charger. What does he do? He hops on a wheel loader, does a lap around the plant, pulls back up, hops off and asks what I need him to do now. I tell him firmly, plainly, and without being an ass about it " Crack, I need you to WALK inside the shop and brig an extension cord and a battery charger out here. He jumps on the wheel loader and takes off before I can stop him. He pulls it into the shop for a minute, then backs out of the shop and does another lap around the building. He pulls up in the wheel loader, extension cord and battery charger hanging off one of the forks. I face palm and get him back working. I also pulled the key on the wheel loader when he wasn't looking, so that took care of that problem for the day.

We were under a machine working and he kept snapping his head around and staring at the tree line. I asked him what was wrong, why do you keep staring at the tree line? He said "I hear a bear 🐻 ". For me, this was too much. I went to my boss and let him know that Crack Sparrow is twacked the f*ck out on meth, and I can't keep him off the heavy equipment even though I keep telling him to stay off of it. I was promptly told to deal with it. Well s*it.

Next day, I tell Crack that we're working on stuff inside the shop today. I figured, no wheel loaders inside the shop for him to ride around on. So what does he do? He immediately notices the mig welder in my area and is now fixated on in. F*CK!!!! So, every time I turn around he is is screwing around with the welder, making little tweeker crafts, instead of doing what he is supposed to be doing. I maintain my composure and make it through the day. Had another talk with my boss, and once again I'm told to deal with it.

I'm pretty upset at this point, so the next morning, before anyone else arrived, I unplugged the welder and rolled it over to the maintenance area. Told Crack Sparrow it was messed up and needed to be fixed. Surely he will be able to stay on task now right? WRONG!!! I got back to check on my crew after I get done with a production schedule meeting to find that Crack Sparrow has taken it upon himself to not do what I have instructed him to do, and instead he has disassembled all of the expensive air tools in my area, ALL OF THEM, and put them back together without all those extra parts that they didn't need. F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK!!!!!!!!!!

I storm into my bosses office and CHIMP THE F*CK OUT ON HIM. Told him that I am in fact not going to deal with it. Get Crack Sparrow the f*ck out of my department or his job from now on is going to be pulling weeds on the hill side.

They finally moved Crack Sparrow out of my department and put him in the manual machine shop running a drill press. He made it a couple of days after that. Then the machine shop supervisor came back from break one morning and caught Crack Sparrow digging, and I mean digging in his forearm with a pair of needle nose pliers. They finally cut him loose after that.

So that's how that s*it went. He was the first tweeker that was put on my crew, and would not be the last. Crack Sparrow was actually kind of tame compared to some of the tweekers I would have to deal with in the next three years and I will continue to post more tweeker stories, probably for quite some time, as I have quite a lot of them. Anyway this one has gone a bit long. I'll see yall again soon, let me know about your experience working with heavy drug users, I'd love to hear about it.

Hey yall, alcoholic here. As of right now I'm seven months sober. For the last 15 years I have been a daily drunk. You know the drill. Get off work, straight to the liquor store, grab the maximum amount that I can drink and still pass a drug/alcohol screen by 10am the next morning in case my name got drawn to take one. Going all out on Friday night and all day Saturday, just enough on Sunday to feel ok, then misery Monday.

I was always concerned about being drug tested at work, so I avoided anything except alcohol. I managed to keep it on the rails until I was 28. Finally acknowledged that I had a problem and went to a traditional 30 day program. As soon as I completed it, got back to work, and got money in my hands, I was right back to it.

Skip forward five years and the hangovers are becoming brutal and causing me to miss too much work, people in my life see right through my facade, everyone knows Im a drunkard, I have a good job, I'm earning over $100k per year after taxes. It's only March, and im already down to 1/2 point left for the whole year, so I just quit, no job lined up.

I was like fck it, I have enough money saved to take six months off before I even start looking for a job. I'll spare you the details, but eight months later, well I've been on an eight month long bender, I've put in probably 500+ applications, only had a few job interviews, and bombed those because I was sick from drinking and still going through mild withdrawal symptoms when I went to the Interviews.

I ended up losing both my cars, had to sell off everything of value, and was three months behind on my rent. I was flat broke, no food in the house, and had like two and a half months to square up on the rent. I had made peace with the fact that I was about to end up homless or dead.

So one night im going through severe withdrawals. I have to hold a bottle of water with two hands to avoid dropping it or slinging water all over the place due to the shakes. Im performing my DT ritual, rummaging through drawers, under couches, in closets, hoping to find a bottle of liquor I might have stashed and forgotten about.

I found a sizable bag of high potency THC edibles that had been given to me like four years prior. In the throws of withdrawals, and having given up on finding a job, I was no longer worried about a pre-employment drug screen. I took some of the edibles and it was like a god send. It significantly helped with my comfort level during the whole detox period.

I obviously still had withdrawal symptoms, shakes, nausea, general discomfort. But the edibles really made it bearable. The most important thing they did was stop the racing, desperate, skeeving, scheming thoughts that rampage through your brain during withdrawal. Quieted that screaming in my head that said aquire alcohol by any means necessary. That bag of edibles got me through the first month.

During that time I had some clarity for the first time in a long time. Did some serious reflecting, and realized that going stone cold sober like 12 step programs/AA demanded, at the time at least was never going to work for me. Those programs teach that any form of substance other than tobacco will just lead back to the substance that led you to rehab.

I have been chemically dependant since I was eight years old. I was put on Adderall when I was eight, and taking a high dose up until I was twenty one. I was abruptly taken of Adderall when my doctor retired and I had to get a new primary doctor and she was like TF you still doing taking Adderall? you graduated high-school three years ago

Adderall doesn't have physical withdrawal symptoms, horrible psychological effects though, so I turned to alcohol. I would have preferred to smoke weed, but the whole employer drug testing thing.

Anyway I realized that from eight years old my brain had developed during a state of chemical dependency. So my best shot was to transfer my dependency away from alcohol and over to Marijuana. Marijuana is not harmless, but it won't kill you, or render you incapable of functioning the next day. It has no hard-core withdrawal symptoms, I personally would put it on the same difficulty level as quitting caffeine or sugar.

With in a few days of staying zooted on edibles I was eating like a bear before hybrination, I was under weight, I had went from wearing 38w pants to 32w pants in eight months. Started eating like 3,000-4,000 calories a day. About a month in, a family member got me a job at a shady little fabrication shop about a mile away from my house. The place doesn't do pre employment drug tests or randoms, so it's weed friendly.

I was able to quickly square up with my land lord and avoid being evicted. It was really difficult for the first month of working, not so much fighting the urge to drink, but having been drunk and couch locked for eight months. Going straight from that to ten hour shifts, on my feet, concrete floor, not crazy strenuous, but none the less physical labor. It was brutal. After my body adjusted things just kept getting better.

This job isn't the best one I've had, but it's doing what I need it to do right now. Im only earning about a third of what I was when I lost my job to drinking. But I've also realized that it's crucial for me to balance my work to life ratio better. The whole time I was drinking excessively, I was working every bit of over time I could get. Constantly chasing as much money as possible. I always ended up being way more important than I wanted to be, and end up in leadership positions at work, in spite of my alcoholism. Never had any free time, and I was under constant stress.

We've been on 40hr work weeks since March of this year and what I've been doing has been working amazingly. Im not trying so damn hard at work for once. I'm not driving myself crazy or over extending. I can make enough money on 40hrs to cover my expenses and put $500 per month into savings. I can't afford many luxuries, but im rebuilding my life.

The cravings, the violent impulse to drink is gone. For the most part that little voice in my head that pops in and says " let's go down to the liquor store and just grab a little half pint, it'll be fine" is gone. It's more like faint background noise now. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing for at least a year or two. I don't know if I want to quit Marijuana too, at some point down the road, I'll worry about that when I get there. For the time being, taking a few tokes after work is doing the job for me and if it ain't broke don't fix it.

Any way, if your struggling I hope this helps. If traditional methods don't work for you, get to know yourself, and figure out what drives you to do what you do. You know you best. Just because the old twelve step program is the gold standard, which has like an 85% failure rate by the way, doesn't mean it's the right way for you.

Hey yall, so the guy who I am made to work with has asberger syndrome as well as a drinking problem. It causes him to miss a lot of social cues, and be oblivious to the fact that some of his habits can quickly wear on people's nerves. He is high functioning, and very intelligent, but can also be manipulative. He frequently shows up to work smelling like alcohol. The company I work for looks the other way.

I tend to be paired with him frequently because every one else in my department has flipped out on him multiple times, and I am very accommodating of his behaviors. But my patience is running very thin at this point. Asked my supervisor multiple times to give me a break from him and either pair me with someone else or put me on solo projects once in a while, but every day is the same.

So this guy will constantly try to tell you that your doing a task the wrong way, even though there are multiple ways to go about it and achieve the desired results. Im just doing what works best for me. Also, he will go behind me and try to redo something I just did, example: I place a pallet of goods in a designated staging area and move on to the next task, he immediately swoops in and moves the pallet three inches to the left, even though the forklift operator was allready lining up to grab the pallet and load it on the truck. He does this with everything thing I do, im surprised he doesn't follow me in the bathroom and tell me I'm not pooping the right way. He will also try and blame me for things he has messed up, standing right in front of me, like I wasn't there when you messed it up. He takes credit for my standout ideas and accomplishments, once again right in front of me. I've also caught him taking video or photos of me correcting a simple, no big deal kind of mistake I made. Then he will go around showing people the video/photo. He's done that several times.

I'm at the end of my rope here, my supervisor won't do anything about it, and im gonna flip out any day now. I guess I'll have to start looking for another job.

Hey yall, so the guy who I am made to work with has asberger syndrome as well as a drinking problem. It causes him to miss a lot of social cues, and be oblivious to the fact that some of his habits can quickly wear on people's nerves. He is high functioning, and very intelligent, but can also be manipulative. He frequently shows up to work smelling like alcohol. The company I work for looks the other way.

I tend to be paired with him frequently because every one else in my department has flipped out on him multiple times, and I am very accommodating of his behaviors. But my patience is running very thin at this point. Asked my supervisor multiple times to give me a break from him and either pair me with someone else or put me on solo projects once in a while, but every day is the same.

So this guy will constantly try to tell you that your doing a task the wrong way, even though there are multiple ways to go about it and achieve the desired results. Im just doing what works best for me. Also, he will go behind me and try to redo something I just did, example: I place a pallet of goods in a designated staging area and move on to the next task, he immediately swoops in and moves the pallet three inches to the left, even though the forklift operator was allready lining up to grab the pallet and load it on the truck. He does this with everything thing I do, im surprised he doesn't follow me in the bathroom and tell me I'm not pooping the right way. He will also try and blame me for things he has messed up, standing right in front of me, like I wasn't there when you messed it up. He takes credit for my standout ideas and accomplishments, once again right in front of me. I've also caught him taking video or photos of me correcting a simple, no big deal kind of mistake I made. Then he will go around showing people the video/photo. He's done that several times.

I'm at the end of my rope here, my supervisor won't do anything about it, and im gonna flip out any day now. I guess I'll have to start looking for another job.

Hey folks, I just thought about it, and it makes sense to me. I briefly tried them but immediately decided against it after I found out that most people that get fully on to them, stay on them for life. Also that they have actual rough symptoms when you do stop taking them.

But think about it. If you're a male, let's put it like this, you can get your self ready for the race, you can run the race, you can make the maiden happy, but you can't cross the finish line no matter how long you run. So there's that.

Now lets talk about all of the long time single folks who are desperately lonely. You don't need to work tword getting outside your comfort zone and actually attempt to meet people. Getting yourself to a point where you feel comfortable in social situations is alot of work, just take this little pill once a day and you won't feel those silly little instincts to do things like find a partner and start a family

And finally, these medications will make you ok with a sub-acceptable style/quality of life. You know why you think paying half your monthly income to rent feels bad? Because it's supposed to, it's your primal brain telling you that you need to do better or your going to be eliminated from the gene pool.

Fun fact: The United States has 3% of the world's population and consumes something like 85% of the world's pharmaceuticals. And people wonder why we appear to be a dumpster fire on the world stage

Hey yall, im new to this subreddit. I have a ton of IRL stories. Long story short, I spent eight years working for a company that manufactures construction equipment. The folks who owned/operated it were shady as hell, and i witnessed a hell of a lot of wild shiz working there so I guess I'll start with the tweeker stuff.

The overwhelming majority of the employees that worked there up until the last third of my tenure, used some sort of illegal drug because they didn't do pre employment drug screens or randoms. I started there in 2012.

It wasn't bad at first. You had things that made you go WTF? Like the shipping and receiving crew dawning gas station sun glasses, grabbing machetes, and cutting paths through the bushes behind the building so they could pick black berries and smoke pot, and not really try to hide what they were doing. You'd have guys that were pill heads, functioning alcoholics. But every body for the most part was functional. That changed after they hired the first tweeker from the little rural town about twenty miles away.

This company loved to hire by referral and had a really high turnover rate, so naturally ole Billy Crystal (Not his real name) immediately refered a bunch of his tweeker buddies, and they in turn refered a bunch of their tweeker buddies. The shop was over run in no time, and shizz got real crazy real quick. I was a supervisor and got assigned several of them by management, and had to work with a bunch of other tweekers assigned to other departments on a daily basis.

Any way, I'll be posting here alot and im going to end this one here. Im going to post one tweeker at a time, so I'll see yall soon