From 2005 to 2008 I maintained a blog about my experiences working in the drug test industry. Every Saturday I revive one of those experiences here. The following was originally posted May 25, 2006.
Long stretches of time.
But I mean, come one, how am I supposed to follow up that story from a month ago?
Still, a month without an update is pretty lame even for me. So rather than just leaving this space empty for another month (or until something neat happens, or the world ends, whichever comes first) I figured I’d regale you with a few minor tidbits that didn’t really merit updates of their own.
About two weeks ago a man came in for a drug test. His name was Kareem Abdul Jabbar Jackson. I immediately decided that it was the most amazing name I had ever heard in my entire life.
On the subject of donor names… earlier this week I had an exceptionally slow day: only six collections. Four of those were for guys named Christopher. One was for a woman named Christine. The sixth was for a man named Cristobal. I think the six of them should get together and form a crime-fighting group called “The Super Chrises”.
I actually did almost update a while ago, but now I’m glad I didn’t. See, I was having one of those remarkably awful days, where everything set me off. A world-class bad mood, you might say. After a verbal boxing match over the phone with my bank I realized I had only five minutes left on my lunch break, so I hopped on my bike and flew down to McDonald’s to buy some grub. I get back a few minutes after 2:00 and there are a couple people waiting for me. Cursing under my breath I set my food aside and took care of the collections.
What I almost updated about was this pompous holier-than-thou over-educated nitwit who took one look at my sack’o’burgers, scoffed, and then said “You really shouldn’t eat that, you know.”
For some reason I was so irritated at this guy’s comment that I sat down and wrote a five-paragraph post about him, and about how I should be allowed to eat whatever I want, fast food or no, and who are you to comment? I had it all worked out, lambasting the whole uber-vegan subculture who look down their long, sickly noses at the unwashed masses who eat fast food.
Then, just to be sure I was a complete hypocrite, I went on to detail my actual eating habits, which include cooking a meal every night of the week and having fast food once in a while as an afterthought. I went on to contradict my previous paragraph, proceeding to bash people who did eat fast food on a regular basis and how unhealthy and unfulfilling a lifestyle choice that is.
As it turns out though, simply the act of typing all that out was enough to vent my frustrations. I went on to preview it and realized that nobody, anywhere, wants to read about my McDonald’s misadventures, so I deleted the post. Dodged a bullet, there! Whew!
The lightswitch in my hallway is broken, and has somehow caused all the wiring in the two fluorescent lights it controls to melt and fuse to the bulbs. Thus the entire back half of my office was plunged into darkness. I told my boss to fix it; he bought me a lamp to stick in the hallway. Oh well.
I received my first formal complaint in over two years! One of our landscaping clients filed a complaint that I am “unnecessarily rude to our Hispanic employees”. This is presumably because I refuse to drug test them without a translator… although they didn’t mention that part.
It isn’t going to happen, but I personally hope that we lose the client. We can’t really provide the service they’re asking for anyway; they hire an almost exclusively Mexican crew, and really need a drug test site that speaks Spanish. Why they don’t simply shop around until they find one is beyond me. At the very least, why put up with someone who is “unnecessarily rude” to their employees?
So there it is, a couple half-interesting little tidbits all rolled into one. Hopefully something sufficiently post-worthy happens in the near future so I don’t have to pull this trick twice in a row!
Last time someone was in to play with my lights, he poked it with a broom a few times and then gave up. Gee, I wonder why they don’t work…