Some summer job at a removals company when I was in second year at uni.
I had just finished exams on a Friday in May. Had agreed to go to interview the following Thursday morning. The problem? Wednesday night is sports night, the first post exams at that. No problem I said, I'll have a quiet one and will be perky for my trip to Wandsworth tomorrow morning. Did I? Did I heck. I ended up being actually manhandled and thrown out of the club for being too drunk. The only time I've been chucked out of there, ever. Had to be put to bed after vomiting several times.
But I actually made the interview and in fact thought it went quite well at the time. Proceeded to throw up again outside the railway station, after the wretched interview. Needless to say, no job, not even a reply. It simply didn't occur to me at the time that I might have ****ing stank of alcohol.