I love drunk me

I found a fiver in my packet of fags. That must be the drunk way to make the sober me more happy.
I need to clear my head though.
I have a job interview on Wednesday. This scares me, at least two hours travelling there and back, not including traffic. The staff turnover is pretty high, I cant risk the job being unstable cause I just rented a new house.
A proper house with a garden and a shower and a bedroom. I can't risk loosing all that because I hate my job.
but I really really hate my job. It makes me suicidal and pull my hair out and smoke and drink. I constantly have to take people's shit, I get called names constantly and have things thrown at me. Most of the staff are shit bags, I don't trust many of them.
I need proper grown up advice and I dont know any grown ups.