We had a job down in Clonmel and since I had not been on-site I had to be inducted, which meant we had to be there at 8 in the morning. Had to leave Kilkenny at 7.
The night before, a late pint ended in a way that was typical craic then. We didn't think about what time it was until after 4 o'clock. I went home at 4:30 and got some sleep.
Gary and I were going down to Clonmel to do the initial clean of some windows at the newly-completed branch of Dunne's, a national department/grocery-store chain. Since the property was still a construction site, all safety regulations were applicable mostly, and that's why an induction was necessary for anyone who has not yet worked on location. I hadn't.
As directed by our supervisor, we reported at 8 o'clock. When a fellow who was qualified to perform the induction came around, he asked me into one of the portable office buildings, and he sat behind the single desk there.
He said "boy, you're lucky we don't have a breathalyzer on site."
"Hm," I said. "Boy" is a normal form of address, in some parts of Ireland.
"I had six pints myself last night," he told me, "and I can smell the drink off you."
Then he proceeded to issue the induction, which consisted of one sentence describing the locations of the canteen, the first-aid kit, and the toilets. He took my "safe-pass" certification number, and let us get off to work.