The jury is out, busily arguing with each other, and ready to head into the realm of fistfights over this one.
When you’re drunk, are you better at socializing?
I’m frankly don’t know. But it sure seems likely.
But it begins and ends at socializing. You end up saying whatever occurs to you, as little kids do, with little to no filter. But if, like me, you’re as charming as hell, it all works out.
I remember others for whom the drink turned out to be their nemesis. Like the normally pleasant manager from Flint Michigan who turned into this amazing (astounding) pig once he had one or two Long Island Ice Teas into him. He would hit on everybody, including the taxi driver, if the driver made the mistake of asking “how are you?”
Maybe, if we learned to let the filters go when sober – life would be so much simpler.
I got thinking: what if you showed up to a help desk, entirely drunk?
Caller: “Hi. I’ve got a little problem here.”
Help Desk (henceforth known as HD): “Ooooh. That’s just too too bad. Man, that’s gotta suck. What’s the problem and how can I help you?”
Caller: “uh… my computer won’t work.”
HD: “it won’t? Well that’s just not fair at all, is it? No, not at all.”
HD: “I hate it when the computer won’t work. Messes up my whole day.”
Caller: “um, can you help me?”
HD: “What? Oh yes. Sure I can! Only too happy to help.”
Caller: “can you help me?”
HD: “um sure. Didn’t you just ask me that?”
Caller: “what do I do?’
HD: “about what?”
Caller: “my *computer*!!! How do I fix it?”
HD: “I don’t know. It’s a real puzzle, isn’t it?”
HD: “I mean, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time. I hate it.”
Caller: “but…you’re supposed to be able to help me.”
HD: “……..OH………right. Sorry. Um…..have you wiggled the mouse?”
HD: “I love when I wiggle the mouse. It makes me giggle.” *giggles*
Caller: “are you high?’
Caller: “let me speak to your supervisor.”
HD: “Ok. Hang on a sec.”
HD: “Hi. How can I help you?”
Caller: “are you the supervisor?”
HD: “No, he’s not here. Sorry ’bout that. It’s just me. PSYCH!!”
HD: “yeah, I know, right?”
Caller: “Nevermind. I’ll figure this out myself.”
HD: “well aren’t you the coolest? You know what?”
HD: “I love you.”
HD: “I love the world, really. And I love computers. And I love my job. And I love you.”
HD: “Oh don’t worry. I’m not gay. It’s an altruistic love. Totally non-sexual, man. Mine is a pure love.”
HD: “Hang on.”
*sound of retching*
HD: “Whoa. I’m back. That totally came out of nowhere. Sorry about that. Hope you didn’t hear it”
Caller: “did you just throw up?”
HD: “Ohhhh.” *giggles* “You did hear it.”
Caller: “are you drunk? Or high?”
HD: “I——you know what?”
HD: “I’m like, totally shit-faced, dude.”
Caller: “this is unacceptable”
HD: “tell me about it!! It’s all I can do not to throw up some more right now.”
HD: “well that was easy”
I’ve made the mistake of having just one drink at lunch hour when working from home. Totally messed with my head. I learned my lesson: when doing task-related activities, alcohol is surely not my friend. But when I’m making new friends, it’s can be a truly cool social lubricant. Also a social Ex-Lax.
And how was YOUR Saturday night?