TIFU NSFW and almost lost my job because I have a ‘drug problem’
This was about a couple of months ago but anyway here it goes.
My brother Tony (23m) and I (26m) are roommates in a luxury apartment building in the downtown part of the city where we live. The roof of our building is the hotspot for the younger people in our building like ourselves to meet other people and hang out.
It’s late around midnight on a Friday night and my brother and I just got off work and we didn’t have to work the next day.. (fuck up#1) So we grabbed a six pack, a bottle of grey goose and head up to the roof for a some social interaction. There’s about 15 people up there and everyone is having a good time. Everything is going as planned we’re mingling with our neighbors and friends then my brother and I are eyeing this very cute blonde girl across the patio and she smiles back at us. With liquid courage flowing through my veins I ask her if she wants to come over and take some shots with me and my brother. She’s ecstatic and leaves her group of friends to come over after a short intro we commence to taking shot after shot and playing some drinking games. We’re having a great time getting to know each other, and maybe because I was a little intoxicated at the time but in that moment everything about her personality and physical wise (petite blonde girls with blue eyes) had me thinking I’ve gotta get to know this girl more. (I hadn’t had much luck lately so this was definitely something I needed). For intents and purposes let’s call my new friend ‘Lisa’ she told me she’s 24, a server at a high end restaurant in the city AND she lives by herself in my building. At the time it seemed like a perfect match and she was definitely into me so it seemed like this was going to be the perfect night...
So as the hours went by it was starting to get late. Around 2am most of the people on the roof had already headed in. My brother and I and Lisa’s mixed group of guys and girlfriends were all that was left so we decided to head back to Lisa’s apartment. When we went inside me and my brother were pretty shitfaced and about to tap out for the evening. As we’re sitting in the living room waiting for the sober one among us to volunteer to take the troops to McDonalds one of Lisa’s friends pulls out a little bag filled with some white powder and helps himself to a mirror on that was on the table and starts making lines for everyone.
*Just a little backstory here but my brother and I lived in a part of the country where this ‘pastime’ was common at parties by a lot of people but when we left that place and moved to where we live now we made a decision to leave the party life behind. It brings nothing but misery to the people who are dependent on it.
But then again in my drunken stupor and the fact that we haven’t done that stuff for five years or we didn’t have to work the next day convinced me and my brother in a false sense of superiority that one line wouldn’t hurt. Fuck up #2. And rule number one about cocaine is when you run out, convention usually dictates trying to find more coke. And the first one to have a plug for it was Lisa.... And with a little encouragement from my new friend and the drive to get more I dropped over 150 out of my own pocket (that I really didn’t have) to keep the night going.
By around 6am most of Lisa’s friends left and it was just down to me, Tony, and Lisa. By that point the night was almost over and all of us decided to head back over to my place. We were hanging out in the living room playing video games when the worst feeling of dread came over me... I remembered that even though I was off work I had a mandatory 4 hour work meeting at 2PM that was made last month (my fault I know).. I immediately went into sheer panic mode. There was no way I could go to that meeting in my condition.. I HAD to get out of it. So we came up with an excuse that I had to go out of town for a family emergency. So with the plan in place I called my boss at 6am on Saturday. He answered the phone as if I woke him, and I proceeded to give him the most incoherent, cringe inducing, and unprofessionally delivered excuse for not being able to attend the meeting later that day. I don’t remember much from that night but what I do remember was that call and the very, very long and awkward silence followed by ‘blighander, is everything okay...?’ In the most sincere and calmly caring way imaginable.. after that I just wanted to find the biggest rock I could and just slither under it and stay there for the rest of my life... I gathered what little ounce of courage I could and told him everything’s okay and he just said again ‘okay I hope everything works out. Call me if you need to talk’. Hang up.
At that point all I could think was I was free but deep down I knew there would be more consequences but the way my mind worked at the time it was celebration time. Lisa ended up spending the night or day? with me and in a bizarre twist of events afterwards she told me that she was 21 not 23 (not big deal I guess..), that she actually got fired from her ‘big’ time serving gig a while back, and her roommate has more coke if we wanted.. Ghosting isn’t really a good way to end things but sometimes you gotta put on your running shoes and run away as fast as you can.
Two days later my boss from work came into my store and sat down with me in my office. I felt the same sense of dread that night right there. He also let me in on something that I did that I did’t know at the time... Apparently in my frantic state of mind I accidentally butt dialed him before I actually called him, and not only that but he let it go to voicemail and he got a recorded trove of damning information that I shudder to this day to even fathom what our coked put minds were all discussing. He even felt like he should let me know he got another very private sounding voicemail a few hours later from when Lisa and I were in my room.. I think that was one of the lowest points in my life.. I have never been more humiliated, embarrassed, and upset at myself for what happened that night. I really fucked up.
TL;DR: Went out to party, met really cute girl, decided to do cocaine with her. Forgot about an emergency meeting at work the next day and when I tried to explain to my boss found out that before hand I left some damning accidental voicemails.