Man, the drug test was nothing like I’d thought it’d be. I thought they were going to pump me full of drugs to see if I could still perform job duties after being messed up.
Actually, the freakin’ lab company had closed. They had a sign on the door saying they moved to a new location. The paperwork I had with me had their old, abandoned address. By the time I found the new place, they had closed. They place closes up at 3:00. Who closes up at 3:00? Their hours are 6am to 3 pm. That’s messed up.
I’m almost ready to say the hell with this job after all this crap. It’s a crap-hell job anyway.