Yep. Back when I was 20 I had three roommates. 2/3 of them were employed where I worked and we basically smoked weed/drank all day at work.
Side story: we worked tech support at a call center; we slowly learned that so long as we were in the top 2-3% or so on metrics out of the whole floor they would overlook some serious fuck ups. One time one of my roommate's came in just completely fall down drunk on his day off. He was fucking with people on the phones, staggering around, trying to high five supervisors (who were rightly wtf'ing). I noticed pretty late what was going on and walked over and told them that his girlfriend just dumped him and he was distraught and I'd call someone to take him home. It was never brought up. The other roommate used to drink a powerade bottle of grape vodka at his desk everyday and chewed on skittles 'for chaser' and to disguise the scent and 'nobody noticed' (different department, never saw him at work). He got home reeking of vodka everyday so I think they just put up with it because he did sales and regularly got >2x the sales of the next closest sales rep. I came in on acid once (not intentionally, just tripping from the night before). Sat down for an hour at my desk and didn't do anything. Eventually I decided it was too much for me and got up to walk out. I ran into my boss and this little trade off happened before I walked off, also to never hear about chilling for an hour on the clock and walking off.
'hey pwnyoudedinface, you okay' -
30 second pause
(literally more like 3-5 seconds, but that's a long time to stare at someone unexpectedly)
'Are you okay?'
So, I just tell the backstory so you know what kind of shitheads we were at 20. Also, to point out the contrast to our last roommate. He was in a mechanical engineering program full time, worked ~20 hours a week at an old folk's home for night shifts, and worked 20-30 hours a week as an intern at some engineering place. He also worked out like a maniac and was maybe one of the best guitar players I've seen that only played as a hobby. He was also the one to pretty much single handedly kept the place clean. Not even that we would slack or anything, the place would get bad after a party but usually it was okay. He just somehow found more time to clean and keep the place tidy than the three of us put together.
Anyway, this rambling post brought to by smoking and procrastinating, no idea what I wanted to get out of this entire post. I'll probably delete it.