I'm pretty sure I'm fired over this.... I've been trying to call my boss for a week now and he won't return my calls. Same with the store manager.
They have a real good reason to let me go. I've spoken about my depression and alcoholism issues here before. I've shown up half drunk to work most of the time I've worked there, and they put up with it because I generally busted my ass. But after moving to nights, well... I went downhill. When I worked days, I was drinking about a 12 pack a day, but still (somewhat) functioning - for the past few weeks it's been almost double that, until the depression came back and reared its ugly head and said "oh no.. you're not going to work anymore, no way, you need the bottle before anything!".
I've basically spent the past 2 weeks having a severe nervous breakdown. It's been really bad, but today I've made arrangements to get someone to watch my place (mainly my aquarium + cat) for a couple of weeks and made arrangements to get a ride to a nuthouse. My medical insurance doesn't cover mental or substance issues whatsoever (and even if it did, my deductible is $1100 - I have under $1 in my bank account right now). I live in a small limbo area where... I live in the city of Dallas, but not in the county of Dallas, and the county I live in has very limited offerings with public healthcare (and they limit me more because I actually live in Dallas). So I've spent the past day trying to find someplace that'll accept me without some massive upfront payment.
So uh, wish me luck I guess. I'm 99% sure I'm out of a job, but I'm really looking forward to a new lease on life. I know there's tons of people at work that will give me a good reference too. Don't know why I'm even posting this beyond hoping for some kind words..
Oh yeah, if anyone says "just quit" - I invite you to look up DT's on google. Alcohol withdrawal is one of the worst forms of w/d that exists and is one of only a few that can actually kill you. Scary stuff.
They have a real good reason to let me go. I've spoken about my depression and alcoholism issues here before. I've shown up half drunk to work most of the time I've worked there, and they put up with it because I generally busted my ass. But after moving to nights, well... I went downhill. When I worked days, I was drinking about a 12 pack a day, but still (somewhat) functioning - for the past few weeks it's been almost double that, until the depression came back and reared its ugly head and said "oh no.. you're not going to work anymore, no way, you need the bottle before anything!".
I've basically spent the past 2 weeks having a severe nervous breakdown. It's been really bad, but today I've made arrangements to get someone to watch my place (mainly my aquarium + cat) for a couple of weeks and made arrangements to get a ride to a nuthouse. My medical insurance doesn't cover mental or substance issues whatsoever (and even if it did, my deductible is $1100 - I have under $1 in my bank account right now). I live in a small limbo area where... I live in the city of Dallas, but not in the county of Dallas, and the county I live in has very limited offerings with public healthcare (and they limit me more because I actually live in Dallas). So I've spent the past day trying to find someplace that'll accept me without some massive upfront payment.
So uh, wish me luck I guess. I'm 99% sure I'm out of a job, but I'm really looking forward to a new lease on life. I know there's tons of people at work that will give me a good reference too. Don't know why I'm even posting this beyond hoping for some kind words..
Oh yeah, if anyone says "just quit" - I invite you to look up DT's on google. Alcohol withdrawal is one of the worst forms of w/d that exists and is one of only a few that can actually kill you. Scary stuff.

, but I really do think you are making a very big step just going out and seeking help, so bravo on that.
.. There's been plenty of other drugs tossed into the mix - basically everything you can think of except for heroin and needles over the years (opiates scare the shit out of me). If you forget about opiates, pretty much every drug known to man has been through me at some point in the past decade.

"One day at a time" my friend.
Second, this is a realllllly long post.
I barely knew who I was, where I was, or what was going on - I just knew that I fucked up really bad and the people in the scrubs around me were trying to make it better. The only thing I remember from the rest of that day is a doctor leaning over me, telling me they've managed to get my blood pressure under control, and that she's going to move me to ICU.
My cat has also been spoiled rotten, but I can deal with that. 
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