noahzark

For the first time since I have been on this site I actually had something interesting enough happen to me to blog about.


Yesterday I came into work in a good mood, well rested and happy that it was the end of the week. I came in the office said my hellos and sat down to begin working. One of my co workers came in a few minutes late and had a whole batch of home made pancakes, and seeing as how I had skipped breakfast that day, when he offered me some I accepted. They were pretty damn good actually. I had two maybe three of them as the rest of the office was helping themselves to them and when I went back for more they were gone.
I complimented him on his pancake making abilities and upon doing so he said "those were not regular pancakes". "If they are not, I am going to kick your ass" I said in a playful manner.
So I get back into my work and when someone brings me an order for me to investigate (i work in fraud prevention for online pharmacies) which I can usually do in a minute or less I found myself typing the number into the system and just staring blankly at the screen for about 30 seconds. He thought I was done with his order and he started to walk away. I caught him and apologized for having spaced out and then I finished his order. The second that I gave him the go ahead and told him that his order was done, I had realized that I royally fucked up the order and instead of processing the order I put it on hold because I thought the customer was not yet eligible. This is a pretty bad mistake, and technically there is no direct way for me to fix it.
I called one of my supervisors over and said that I was sorry but I was just feeling a bit lightheaded and needed to get some fresh air. I went to the restroom and splashed some water on my face then headed downstairs to smoke a cigarette and clear my head. I could not shake this feeling. I drank a redbull and smoked another cigarette and put on my headphones. I was listening to a song that I know quite well but for some reason it just sounded AMAZING!!!!!! That was when it hit me. That motherfucker DID put weed in the pancakes.
Now by this time I was so stoned there was absolutely no way that I could go back to work. I was what I like to refer to as "rip-roaring high". I sent my shift manager a text message saying that I wasn't feeling too well and that I was going to stay down stairs. This bought me some time to put together a plan and try to get out of work. The thing that I had not considered at this point was that I was not the only one who unknowingly ate the magic pancakes. Several of my other coworkers, and several managers ate them as well. A few minutes after sending that text message my manager comes down red eyed and giggly and says "we're getting the fuck out of here". He starts asking me how I am feeling and I said I feel high, and agreed. He said it was as though some one had drugged him. Now most people did not put two and two together because making a claim of some one drugging you is something that you want to be pretty certain about before you start pointing fingers, but the fact of the matter is, both of us know what it is like to be high and we were both rip-roaring high. I decided that my best course of action would be to park my ass on a bench outside work and listen to my headphones until i came down enough to even begin to face reality. I found myself a nice little spot under a tree and just listened to some music, smoked a few cigarettes and drank water like they were going to stop making it tomorrow. After a while my manager came out and we tried to have a serious discussion about what to do with the pancake man. I leveled with him and said I am far too intoxicated to deal with this situation right now but do what you got to do man. He went upstairs and dealt with that while I was reclining on the bench giggling to my self. A few girls from the office came down in a panic with a croissant and a bottle of water because some gossip queen in the office told them i was almost dead passed out on a bench. When they got there I was just giggling and assuring them I was not dead or even close to it.
I started coming down after a few hours and then made my merry way to a party.... a party that I almost didn't go to because I was too high to walk correctly. The party was a blast, I drank a lot met some extraordinarily cool people and even got an offer to my some of work in a gallery that will be opening soon in Tel-Aviv. I stayed there for a few hours and practiced this whole mingling thing I had heard so much about and then made my way down to Allenby (one of the main partying streets in Tel-Aviv) and met up with a buddy and a few his friends visiting from the states. By this time I was just beat and starving so I ordered some craptastic food, paid my bill said my goodbyes and then headed home.
Yesterday was a weird but good day.

Oh yeah, the pancaked guy got fired.
But since he got fired I won't have to hurt his face.