Why drink on the job?Because most jobs suck. If you love your job, if the workday just flies by and you have to be dragged away from your desk at the end of the day, you don’t need alcohol. You need a psychiatrist. If you dread going to work, if the workday drags along like a crippled slug crawling across sandpaper, if clocking out feels like a jail door springing open, then a little booze can go a long way toward making a nightmarish death march of a shift seem a hop, skip and sip through a field of flowers.
http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/07_03/07-03-juicing-on-the-job.htm
John sent me this. I like it. Although I've never tippled on the job, I'm not sure why I didn't--this is as apt a description of the workplace as I've ever heard.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:47 PM
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