
the medical technician was surprised when i filled the cup nearly to the brim. she said, “you came prepared, huh?”
i said, “i always come prepared.” *wink*
i hate being drug screened. not because i think i’m going to fail, but because i know i can’t fail, thus making the process a waste of time and money. i feel like a juggling circus bear.
it all boils down to me being punished for other people’s reckless behavior. or maybe it’s me being punished for what society (corporations) feel is reckless behavior. either way, the test only proves i’m not doing drugs right now. i could sell my ass for heroin tomorrow, and they would never know.
and what’s up with making someone wait to do the test? i always drink a ton of water before i go (being prepared). then i have to sit in the waiting room, tapping my foot, flipping quickly through magazines, and squirming in my seat. if i peed in your face, could you use that as your sample?

