This morning I went for another interview and this time I made it far enough to be sent for a drug screening. Upon finishing the interviews they handed me a paper with all the necessary info for the lab. One one page there was a list of rights.
I had the right to
a private place to go
a door on the stall
and water allowing me up to 3 hours to obtain the specimen
The last time I took a drug test I actually took 2 of them over in Asia. Words just cannot express what its like to go to a shaddy "lab" in a tin-shack building across from the DMV. Of course there are no other women, because women don't usually drive in that country. So, I'm with the taxi drivers and jeep drivers while guys keep coming over for bribes to make it quick and easy to get my license.
The last time I went I couldn't go...I just couldn't. I was in a wet bath with a bucket and my exam cup with a curtain that barely covered the opening. The large man outside kept yelling at me to go. Finally, if I remember right they accepted the little offering I could provide. Wow...rights don't really mean much to you until they aren't there and then you realize a door on a bathroom stall is a beautiful thing. ;0)) Its the little things that start to make your day.
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