So today I went and did my drug test for this new job I am hoping that I will get sometime before I am old enough to retire. I applied for it about this time last year, been interviewed gave them all my life history (including my underwear size....believe me that is a scary number) today I finally got to the drug test part. Me and 15 other people in a doc in a box. I felt like a criminal. I am sure that at least half of the other people waiting had history's no doubt in my mind.
I walked up to the counter and go I am so and so here for my federal drug test for the US Marshalls. I think that every head in the place snapped around and looked at me. They were probably thinking what is that fat bitch gonna do there. I got my forms went and sat down the whole room following my progress. It was like I had just announced that I have anthrax in my purse.
The experience on a whole wasn't that bad. I joked with the nurse emptied my pockets and then she told me that I had to take my sunglasses off. Umm... I didn't get that. What the hell difference did it make if I wore them or not? I complied, figured if I got to nasty they would do something to make me fail. All in all it was not a very bad experience. Now I just hope those people hurry the hell up and offer me the damn job.
I cannot take this hurry up and wait stuff anymore...........
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