my boss waltzed in at almost 11 and was still hung over from the night before...i sent him an email and he repleid that he did not understand what i was trying to say and that his head hurt
he went to lunch at noon, came back...and then left
Yeah, I had a 3rd shift job. All I had to do basically was answer the phone, which would ring maybe once an hour. I would turn the ringer way up so it would wake me, but sometimes I would show up too fucked up and sleep right through it. The phone was monitored so they could tell if I missed any calls. After that happened 3 or 4 times they had enough of me.
I hated that job anyway. Every week I would decide to quit and then a new bill to pay would come in so I'd chicken out. I think subconciously I was trying to get fired.
I would do way more fucked up shit than just sleep. I was the only person in the whole building. I would go through peoples desks looking for anything interesting. One time I found a bottle of pills in some chick's desk. I raced back to my computer to look up what they were on the internet, hoping they were some kind of extreme painkiller. It was herpes medicine.