Let my start by saying that my 21st was a great night, it’s the events afterward that I’m having trouble with.
This is gonna be long so please, bear with me…
So I turned 21 on March 4th, 2011. I had a great night, got torn down, blah blah blah.
The following day, after recovering, I go into my work. I work as a server in a restaurant. Anyway, I go in, on my day off just to get some food in my tummy. I had spent the previous amount of the day on the floor with a bucket in front of me. So I go in and ask for a table, my boss seats me and goes “how ya feelin?” I told him that last night was crazy but I’m okay. So I order a side of fries figuring it would be easy on my stomach. I get a call from my mom and of course I answer it and she asks me how I’m feeling and what I did. So I proceed to tell her EXACTLY what I did. My mom is hella cool and I know I can tell her anything and she won’t think less of me. I just didn’t mention any of the weed stuff to her. Not because she wouldn’t have understood, but because I was in my place of work, I know better. Not that she doesn’t know about it, she just doesn’t care even though she’s NEVER smoked before.
So, she asked what I did first. I rolled a fatty blunt with my one friend. My other friend came and picked us up and drove us to a local bar where he was friends with several bartenders. So I ordered an AMF and was instructed to chug that bitch, no stranger to hardcore retarded drinking to get drunk, I did. Then I had an Irish car-bomb. Then I drank a Black Bute Porter beer in honor of my friend who was working graveyard that night because people never cover graveyard shifts(except me). Then I had Three Wise Men shot, followed by some water. After a cigarette, I was ready to go back and get one last drink before we went back to my friends place to smoke more. I had an Alabama Slamma. That shit tastes like straight Kool-Aid, I chugged it. At this point I had no idea what was in any of those drinks. Anyway, we get back to my buddy’s place and at this point, I’m done. I’m still okay, but done.
This is exactly what I’m telling my mom in my place of work, albeit not very loud to the point where anyone can make out exactly what I’m saying, unless they’re listening.
So we’re back at my buddy’s place and he says “Yo D, you’re still standing you gotta drink more” I go “I’d rather smoke at this point” so he loads me a fat bowl and says kill it. I try but I’m too drunk to realize how big my hit was and fucking start coughing like crazy. I recover from my coughing fit and he goes here have a drink of this OJ. It had fucking vodka in it. He drives me to my sister’s place and then I spend the next 5 hours vomiting into a bucket in my 12 year old nephews room(he was spending the night at his cousins).
Again I didn’t mention smoking weed at my place of employment. I mentioned legal drinking activities on my free time.
So I tell my mom all of that in the restaurant, and one of my co-workers goes “Table 9 wants to know if you can talk a little softer” I’m at table 8, how close do you think those tables are? I go “Sure, I’ll be quiet.” Next thing I know my assistant manager is pulling me into the office on my day off. And is flipping out at me saying that the customers recognized me and I ruined their dining experience. What? Then he starts telling me how my conversation offended them. Mind you I basically what I said was “I drank a lot of booze and got sick but I’m fine now.”
As a result of this they had my assistant manager, who likes me btw throw me out of the restaurant. I get a text from him 2 mins later saying he sorry he had to make me leave.
So as far as I know this was just a random night and I should just go home.
Come to find out on Wednesday the 9th, the next day I had worked since my b-day. I asked for vacation time. I was fired. My district manager who hates me, fired me. I had worked there for three years, since I was 18. I had never had another job, no one agreed with me being fired. So that was that. I got my last check but I figured since I had my tax returns coming I’d be fine.
Well I’ve been jobless for two weeks and am behind on bills just waiting for my tax refund to put me into a good position until my unemployment starts flowing in. That doesn’t happen until the 28th because I have to take some stupid work source skills class. They’re going to shut off my Comcast on Monday and my power on the 30th and my phone on the 31st.
My roommate only knows I’m out of a job, not the other stuff because it’s all in my name because he owes those same companies money, aside from the cell phone. Did I mention he was my older brother?
So I wasn’t that worried though because “I’ll get my refund and I’ll just pay the bills. My refund will last me two full months even without unemployment.” I thought that especially since I haven’t smoked weed since the day after I got fired. The day I got fired I just got high all day like a stupid, lazy, depressed, self loathing stoner would.
Come to find out tonight I get an email from the IRS saying my refund was denied because of the PIN number I received online. I filed before my fucking birthday and now just got an email.
I’m literally about to kill myself! I’m frustrated and lost! I really won’t, I personally feel suicide is the easy way out My whole family is poor and lives paycheck to paycheck and most likely won’t be able to help me.
So SRK, what do?