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Input: Text: so i'll start with some background info.. this is back in high school.  i worked at a golf course as a cart boy.. which is mainly just the kid who takes the golf carts when the golfers are done and washes them and parks them in the garage. (that wasn't my only job, but it was my primary one)

so toward the end of the summer before i left for my freshman year of college i was partying and drinking a lot.  one day i had work at 4pm.  my friends asked me to go to the beach(in chicago) that morning so i said of course-as long as we can be back in time for me to get to work.  that morning, we decided to meet at the liquor store right next to my golf course.  i left my car there and we all piled into my friends car and went to the beach.  i knew i was going to drink at the beach, but i was fine with going to work drunk as it was a common thing on a golf course.(many times people will leave unopened beers in their carts when they're done, so us cart boys would either take them home or drink them while working.. it happened pretty often so we were all pretty used to getting tipsy/drunk while working)  at the beach, i saw an ex of mine and wanted to hook up with her kinda as a revenge for breaking up with me.(this was an 8th grade relationship so it was just a joke)  so in order to do this, i knew we'd both have to be really drunk.. well, i succeeded with both.. but probably too much with the drunk part.  around 3 my friends had to pretty much carry me off the beach and put me in the car.  i guess i just kept telling them to take me to work and then passed out in the car.  i woke up at the course, still drunk as can be and clocked in and acted as if everything was going to be ok.  

it wasn't.

the first hour or so was fine.  there weren't many carts coming in and i was managing ok.  i fucked up one cart on a column in the garage but it wasn't bad enough to make a big deal.

soon after, shit hit the fan.  i was super dehydrated from the beach and i started to get dizzy and lightheaded.  i ended up passing out again at a desk we had in the garage.  i don't know how long i slept for, but i awoke to the pro shop worker yelling at me to take care of a bunch of carts that were just sitting in the "leave carts here" area.

so he walked away, i got up... and immediately puked.  it was some boston market mac and cheese and it looked and smelled horrible.  i said fuck it and tried to keep doing my job.  i did it for about 10 minutes and got really tired again and decided to call it quits.  i walked upstairs and walked into the pro shop(the time card machine is in there) and immediately the guy asked me if i was drunk.  i was too drunk to fully register that i wasn't suppose to be so i replied "no i was drunk earlier i'm sober now but not feeling well so i'm leaving.  feel free to fire me."

that's exactly what happened, but isn't the end of the story.  so after i left work i started walking to my car which was still at the liquor store.  i figured i could just sleep in my car for a while then drive home.  when i got to my car i started looking through my backpack for my keys.  they weren't there.  i'm thinking "fuck i left them in my friends car".  so i start looking for my phone in my backpack.  that's not there either.  i was so fed up and still absolutely hammered, that i just decided to lay on some rocks in the parking lot and use my backpack as a pillow and take a nap.  i was hoping my friend would realize that my shit was in his car and he would come back to the store to give it back to me.  it was around 6 oclock then(im guessing).  

i woke up to some kids pulling their car up right next to me and telling me a cop was just sitting there just looking at me for a while.  that scared me a lot.  what scared me more was the fact that it was dark out.  not just dark, but pitch black.  it was 11pm.  i went through my backpack some more and realized that my phone was there the whole time.

i called my friend and he brought me my keys and i finally made it home.

a week later i got my termination of employment letter.  to be honest it was pretty funny.  i'll probably get it framed some day as a joke.  if this post gets enough attention i'll post a picture of it.

 

edit1: here's the picture you've all been asking for! https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/3g4lx2/update_tifu_by_showing_up_to_work_blacked_out/

TIFU by showing up to work blacked out drunk