I have to take ANOTHER drug test.
I know you're thinking that you doubted I would pass one, but I swear, it's so not my fault.
I guess my company switched labs but forgot to tell everyone, blahblahblah, and lab #1 threw away my sample when the contract with them was canceled.
Only me, right? (Actually 3 other people got screwed too, but still, this is the sort of crap that seems to onlyhappen to me.)
I feel a little violated that they took it upon themselves to discard my perfectly adequate pee. It's violating enough that they treat you like a criminal, you, a perfectly innocent citizen trying to get a job. But the people that work in those places just aren't very nice and are all official and make you feel guilty even if you're not doing anything wrong. Like it's not humiliating enough to have to pee in a cup and hand it to someone.
For a minute, I had myself totally convinced that those 2 glasses of wine I had with Em's mom at the Melting Pot the night before the test had somehow gotten me in trouble, and that my company secretly thought I was a drunk and were second guessing hiring me, but the HR lady told me the mix-up story and seemed sincerely chagrined about having to inconvenience me so (so, so, so).
Tomorrow is going to be super crazy. We were supposed to have a meeting with Big Kid's school about speech, but I have to get them the pee within 24 hours of her typing the form she typed, and I may have to send Mr. Ashley instead.
The principal will be so happy to meet him in person, I'm sure.