Paid In Full, Maybe
Cops don't appreciate fish drivin' around. They frown on that. (Bill Hicks)
I signed a formal job offer last week. This means I almost have a new job. It's not technically official for the reason that I'm still waiting on the results of a background check and drug test. I don't imagine there will be any problems with either, as I haven't done anything outrageously fun or exciting in years.
I'm not sure why I have to take a drug test for this particular position. I'm not raising a fuss over it, because it's a non-issue for me, seeing as the only drugs I take are those my doctor prescribes, and frankly, he'll tell you himself, I don't even take the various medications my doctor recommends with any consistency.
The drug test itself turned out to be a big hassle because they were having trouble sorting out the paperwork for the guy ahead of me. I wound up doing the pee pee dance in the waiting room for an hour and a half while they worked the matter out. Apparently, I'm very patient. Or so I'm told.