Time for an update.
I am coming to the end of week 4. I started the week really well, just 3 drinks a night, (not trying to stick to 3, but after 3 I have had enough and don't fancy another one). One night I only had 2!
I have a convenience store, the business is only 5 months old but it is doing quite well as I sell lots of British goods and there are plenty of expats in my area. (I live in Spain). Some of this stuff I order of an export company, but the week I opened the shop I met a lorry driver who comes from the UK every week, and he offered to bring me stuff over, I pay him a percentage of whatever I order. This is fantastic for the business as I am able to get him to bring fresh stuff which people just cannot get anywhere here- whereas the other company just supplies tins and dry products.
As the business has become busier, my orders are getting bigger- the last time he moaned a bit as he had trouble getting it in the cab. Then he did not come for a week or two, so this time I had to do a REALLY big order- I actually did not realise how bulky it would be until I had already ordered i and looked at the list (I order it on the net and get it delivered to his house) and it was a bit late then:)
Anyway to cut a long story short... he called yesterday to say he was nearly in town and could I meet him at the car park to get the stuff. I asked my BF to go, who came back half an hour later with a van piled completely full(!) and said to me very angrily. "He is pissed- he says it is the last time, and he is on his way here!"
Now, me in my alkie mind thought the driver had been drinking and was planning to go on the wagon.
I was about to say that was very dangerous when he had to drive a big lorry, then I realised my BF meant he was angry (He is half American, half German- us Brits do not say 'pissed' for angry) and was on his way to bollock me. My BF then accused me of nearly losing the guy his job- I was furious at him as he had ordered half the stuff anyway and had given me big lists of stuff that his friends wanted, and was now blaming me. I yelled at him it was 'No wonder the Germans lost the friggin' war with turncoats like him' and booted him out.
I then swallowed a Nal and knocked back 2 beers in ten minutes while I waited for my bollocking.
Needless to say, within about 45 seconds I had calmed this man down (you don't work for 25 years in bars in a tourist resort without learning how to difuse angry situations) and he left the shop a happy bunny.
But I had the taste for it, and drunk another 4 beers when I got home.
This has been a big lesson for me. Nal can and is helping me with the physical side of my addiction, but I have to toughen up emotionally. This was not a major row or anything, in fact my BF apologised almost immediately (as he should of- I will get mileage out of this one:) but I have to look at my impulse to chuck beer down my neck as soon as a situation that may not be entirely pleasant comes along.
I did not even wait one minute, never mind the hour- I washed the Nal down with beer.
I don't feel quite so good about myself today as I have done all week. Anyway, I am not going to dwell on it- I have a mild hangover, so of to walk the doggies and hopefully sweat it out.
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