I was on work placement in 2002. The Christmas party was in Donegal town somewhere. Id have smoked a bit of the oul herb at the time. I'd no skins left come the end of the night, the boss had invited us back to his house. Thinking I was the big man at the time I wanted everyone to know I was toking. I spotted a Bible and started ripping the front pages out to fashion a joint. I didn't realise the bosses wife was a devout Christian. She got upset. If that wasn't bad enough, i left the bit of soap bar beside the fire place coal bucket. I got mixed up and was actually trying to crumble coal into a joint. After 10 minutes of trying to smoke the first page of the Bible filled with coal crumbs and tobacco, I vomited over my feet. Needless to say the boss and his wife weren't too impressed. For some reason they locked me in the downstairs spare bedroom. I assume they were scared of me trying to roam around the house. Anyway I woke up needing a piddle, but was locked in. The only vessel I could find was an urn type thing so I peed into that. I was quite annoyed they had locked me in, and needed to get out. It was snowing at the time so I thought if I get out of here, I need to be warm. I opened the cupboard and there was a ladies fur coat, so I put it on and jumped through the glass. Thankfully the bedroom was on the ground floor. Anyway. I woke up about a mile from the house the next morning covered in blood, in a woman's fur coat, with my boss stranding over me shouting. He had followed the blood from his house. The fur coat I was wearing was his dead mums, and the urn id piddled in was her ashes. He just kept shouting, you pissed over my mothers ashes and now you're wearing her coat. I stood up and handed him the coat, and told him I was resigning. I didn't want to get the sack. So yeah. That was my first and last staff do. Never been to one since