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Originally Posted by enthused
Agh, hangovers at work can be so brutal, depending on your job. Last summer when I worked at a golf course there were many days I would show up to work after 45 minutes of sleep, and I would still be drunk. I mowed greens, and usually I could never remember the first few that I would mow. I can only imagine what they looked like.
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I worked 4 summers at a golf course, and every week we had the dreaded weekend shift. Add to that payday on friday and there were many occasions that we would party all night, walk to work at 5am (we were all blitzed to the nines), and work til 10 (just worked a half day on the weekends).
I would say cutting greens were the best job, after doing it so many times it was second nature, and all the walking made you sweat the booze right out, so when 10am rolled around someone was sobered up and could drive you home (we'd leave someone's car at work on friday, figured that one out in a hurry). I have to add, some of my best lines were cut while reeking of a good night out, our super & forman could never figure out how we did it.
The bloody trap rake is what got me, spinning round, and round, and round, and round, agh the memories. There's a couple of bunkers out there that have some 'donations' from me.