Eh it's a summer camp job. I worked at Wal-Mart when I was 19, and drinking is extremely easy to get away with at regular retail jobs, but here you aren't allowed to go to your car at lunch, and you're encouraged not to eat alone, so the first day I was drinking malt liquor straight from my mug with 80 unsuspecting people all around me, but today I found a quiet spot and ate alone. I'm just going to abruptly quit it though, won't pay the bills and I have to drive forty miles total every day for it, so it's eating up a huge chunk of gas cash, and now after discovering the spilled beer in the fridge they'll surely be looking out for this kind of thing, so it's like I'm on some Metal Gear Solid bullshet, all because that dunce knocked over my lunchbox.