"A good margarita, a good red wine, I like expensive alcohol, but not a lot of it. I don't like to throw up." ~ Denise Richards
When I meet someone new or make new friends, I have a hard time telling if they are the types of people who engage in self-destructive behavior. I can't tell if someone is an alcoholic or not. Perhaps Denise Richards and I share this in common. I have some uncles that vaguely resemble Charlie Sheen.
As a little girl I was surrounded by people who drank. I thought I was part of a "fun" family. We always had people over, barbecues, vacationed for a month every year visiting family and friends, traveling, laughter, music, jokes, singing, dancing, playing volleyball, baseball, just playing in the backyard with my brothers and cousins and friends.
I have a lot of good memories growing up and I love my family, but there was, and still is, that underlying uneasiness, that question in the back of your mind that you develop as a kid that, at any moment, anyone can transform into an asshole.
As I got older I realized that unhappy people cope with life by drinking alcohol. That alcoholics are not fun. If you're a jerk sober, you're an even bigger prick when you're drunk. Drunks are selfish, but they think they are fun to be around, and they judge others for not being "fun". You grow up with a distorted view of what "fun" is.
I am so glad I figured this out. If you're a kid whose parents are drinkers, you can feel better now. It's not you that is the problem. Your parents are just drunk assholes. You can be free now to discover your true self.
FATHER: The clearest memory I have of my father growing up is of him sleeping on the couch and snoring so loud that I couldn't hear the TV. Later, I realized it was because most nights he was finishing off a six-pack after downing a few shots, so he slept a lot.
MOTHER: My mother wasn't a big drinker, mostly wine every night before dinner. The clearest memory I have of my mother growing up is of her, when we were alone, just going into the back bedroom and crying all day by herself. In a way, that was a blessing. I'm really good at keeping myself entertained and I'm fine being alone.
The problem is this created a lack of good judgment. I have a hard time deciphering good people from bad people. I work on this every day. I keep my distance now from a lot of people, whereas before, I was friends with everybody I knew.
I didn't realize my lack of good judgment until very recently. I thought I had it all figured out. I try to be nothing like my parents, but that only works in controlling my own behavior. I still attract alcoholics.
There is a day in particular that comes to mind. I had a deposition that day, two attorneys and one witness. I smelled really bad that day, or at least I think I must have smelled. I just remember being really self-conscious about my own body odor. I was also afraid of falling asleep in the middle of the deposition and my head hitting the table in front of me.
I know everyone has days like this, or has had a day like this; right? This is normal.
I was out the night before with about five or six other court reporters just bar-hopping and hanging out wherever with whomever. I did not realize I was assigned an 8:00 a.m. job the next morning until it was too late. By the time I heard the message, we were all liquored-up, running around like we owned every place we went to and not giving a shit about anything, except having a great time.
I crashed in our offices. 5:00 or 6:00 a.m. rolls around, and there just isn't enough time to go home, shower and change, and take the train back into town. No stores are open to even buy anything to wear.
So there I am at the deposition sitting in my clothes from the night before, not even a splash of water on my face, not a toothbrush in site, day-old makeup crusting my eyes. I think "brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack" would have been better than what was going on in my mouth that morning.
The deposition starts and it took no more than 30 seconds before I start the dreaded head-bob.
So I did what any court reporter would do in this situation. I began reciting, in my head, the Court Reporter's Prayer. The Court Reporter's Prayer takes many forms depending on the situation. Some reporters have to be somewhere later in the day, they have an appointment or they have to pick up their kids.
That day, my Court Reporter's Prayer went something like this:
"Dear God, if there is a God, please let this job be short. I promise to NEVER do this again. I will NEVER drink again of the devil's poison that is Ketel and club soda with a wedge of lime. I will NEVER stay out all night again on a work night. Please, please let this deposition be short, preferably 5 minutes. I promise to be a better person if you will end this deposition right NOW. Please don't let this job last all day, I beg of you, dear Lord in heaven, please, please, please...Amen...please let it be over...now...Amen...please."
It must have been obvious that something was wrong with me, but no one said anything! No one even noticed! I was drifting in and out of consciousness, head rolling, eyes rolling, like Linda Blair from The Exorcist.
By 8:30 I was asking for a break. I usually never have to ask for a break. I'm always good about waiting until everyone is ready for a break, but not that day.
I went to the restroom, paced around a bit to get the blood flowing. This is one of those times where coffee would have done absolutely nothing. It would've been like drinking plain water.
I just said a few more prayers and went back in. I'm thinking I'll just have to keep asking for breaks for the rest of the day and risk having them complain to my office about the psycho court reporter they got who kept taking breaks who smelled like death.
That day, God answered my prayers. We were done by 9:00 a.m. That one-hour deposition felt like 16 hours.
But it gets better...or weirder...
After it was all over, the one attorney did say something. He asked if I had allergies or had taken allergy medicine. I told him I just had a stressful night and didn't sleep much.
Maybe they did notice...
I leave the office, get down to the lobby, and that same attorney is waiting for me. I can't explain it. He wanted to chat or hang out. I have no idea. I'm guessing he could tell exactly what was wrong with me and maybe he thought I was some kind of party-girl, which I assure you, I am not. I have my rare moments, but I'm pretty tame. I like to read and do things that most people might find boring.
He must have seen my vulnerability, or perhaps he saw some commonality that we shared. Maybe he was an alcoholic and thought he found his soul-mate alcoholic. Who knows. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and get home.
What I wanted was a shower and my bed.
I could tell he liked me for whatever reason. This is when I realized that drunks attract other drunks. This is also when I realized how people function at their jobs as alcoholics.
It took a few more episodes like that before I realized I don't want to drink. I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be like them...the alcoholics.
Penelope Trunk talks about how being likable can have an impact on whether people think you are competent in your job. She talks about the importance of social skills and their effects on your career. You need commonality. You can't just be likable. People have to see something they have in common with you. I've decided drinking is not going to be that thing.
The advice I've gotten over the years has been that it's more important to be liked than to be skilled. Finding things in common with people can be more beneficial to your career than anything else because businesses are built on relationships, not skill.
We all have something in common. Sometimes just being human, being vulnerable, and not being perfect is just enough to get someones attention, but from what I've seen in my life, drinking doesn't attract successful people. It only attracts other drinkers.
I don't "drink" anymore. I have drinks with dinner maybe once a week, if that. Dinner gathers people together and helps you to connect. You have to relate to people on a human level first if you want to succeed on a professional level.
As kids we learn our social skills from adults, from our parents and the people our parents surround themselves with. If you're struggling in work or in your personal life, look at your childhood. Look at how you relate to other people. Decide for yourself what you need to change. Look for people who you want to be like. You can choose who you want to emulate.
Success takes many forms. Make sure your models for success aren't veiled by the ghosts from your past.

