Things are a wee bit dicey at work today. Over the last couple months, Big D (my nickname for the male owner of the company I work for) has fallen into drinking far more than he usually does. Don't get me wrong, he drinks like a fish all the time, but it's been worse lately. He has orange juice for breakfast. But it's mixed with vodka. After the OJ is gone, he drinks the Grey Goose straight for the rest of the day. Or until he passes out.
After he left today, Payroll Girl and I went into his office and found his trashcan reeking of liquor. He can't even hold a conversation with anyone anymore because he's so drunk that he can't think of the correct words. So, when he left the office this afternoon, I called the DWI hotline and reported him. His ex-wife (El - the other owner of the company) and his current wife want him to get caught, but they don't have the balls to actually call and report him. It's anonymous, and I'm sick of his drunk ass flopping into the car to drive home in the middle of lunch hour traffic. His current wife is insanely fearful because he nearly drove her head-on into a semi last night after he finished swimming in liquor at the casino.
Beyond that, drunk driving is a peeve of mine. I find it selfish and stupid. My dad used to do it when I was younger. He always scared the shit out of me. So, I called, and then I told El (female owner, ex-wife) that I had called. She seemed relieved and happy about that, saying that she hoped they pulled him over. They didn't. The current wife just called and says he's passed out on the sofa at home. Payroll Girl and I told El we would continue to call every time he leaves the office. I don't even need to check to see if he's been drinking. If he's awake then he can't pass a a breathalyzer test. With enough calls, they are bound to pull him over at least once. I don't really want to stick my nose in his personal business, but he lives about three miles from me. I don't want him joy-riding on a Saturday morning and plowing his big Escalade into the side of my tiny Hyundai. El wants to do an intervention, but he'll just get pissed. He knows he is an alcoholic and has been one for well over thirty years. He just doesn't give a crap.
In happier news, El brought a huge basket of beautiful flowers to work and gave them to me for Administrative Assistant Day. I'm not really her assistant, but she luffs me, so she gets me stuff all the time, which is why she's the coolest boss ever.
After he left today, Payroll Girl and I went into his office and found his trashcan reeking of liquor. He can't even hold a conversation with anyone anymore because he's so drunk that he can't think of the correct words. So, when he left the office this afternoon, I called the DWI hotline and reported him. His ex-wife (El - the other owner of the company) and his current wife want him to get caught, but they don't have the balls to actually call and report him. It's anonymous, and I'm sick of his drunk ass flopping into the car to drive home in the middle of lunch hour traffic. His current wife is insanely fearful because he nearly drove her head-on into a semi last night after he finished swimming in liquor at the casino.
Beyond that, drunk driving is a peeve of mine. I find it selfish and stupid. My dad used to do it when I was younger. He always scared the shit out of me. So, I called, and then I told El (female owner, ex-wife) that I had called. She seemed relieved and happy about that, saying that she hoped they pulled him over. They didn't. The current wife just called and says he's passed out on the sofa at home. Payroll Girl and I told El we would continue to call every time he leaves the office. I don't even need to check to see if he's been drinking. If he's awake then he can't pass a a breathalyzer test. With enough calls, they are bound to pull him over at least once. I don't really want to stick my nose in his personal business, but he lives about three miles from me. I don't want him joy-riding on a Saturday morning and plowing his big Escalade into the side of my tiny Hyundai. El wants to do an intervention, but he'll just get pissed. He knows he is an alcoholic and has been one for well over thirty years. He just doesn't give a crap.
In happier news, El brought a huge basket of beautiful flowers to work and gave them to me for Administrative Assistant Day. I'm not really her assistant, but she luffs me, so she gets me stuff all the time, which is why she's the coolest boss ever.
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How nice to get flowers and be appreciated!
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