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If I want a job, then I have it. It's a Monday through Friday position, weekends off, and the pay will probably be better than the amount my boyfriend earns (being three years older, with a diploma I didn't buy and at least a little college education, I feel obliged to make more than him or what was the point?) There are two minor and two major downsides: 1) minor: the warehouse is a good thirty to forty-five minute drive away, 2) minor: the shift begins at six-thirty am, which means a five o' clock rising and probably no time for morning showers, 1) major: there is a job fair Thursday for a job I really, really must have, and if I'm lucky enough to get that job then I'll have to quit this one after only a week of work, which will probably be a big bother, 2) major: I have to pass a drug test today.
I'm not sure I'll be able to pass a drug test. One website I looked into says that THC may take up to ninety days to leave the system of a daily, constant marijuana smoker. Possibly only a month or less has passed since I've quit, and, having never tried it before, I am unsure of the system-flushing qualities of Golden Seal Root, even if a few of my friends and Afro-man all swear by it. Hopefully it works well; Zack kept on buying cocaine all last weekend, and, being the terrible fiend of hard drugs that I am, I was unable to turn down any line offered to me. Cocaine, as a rule, doesn't stay in the system for more than a couple of days on its own, so after popping Golden Seal pills like M&M's and drinking enough water to drown a giant, my system is possibly squeaky clean. Possibly. Which means I felt the need to spend thirty of the forty-five dollars I had earmarked for my electricity bill on a home drug test kit. Thirty dollars! A drug test facility would have only charged me twenty-five, but I suppose I'm paying for convenience and privacy.
Friday evening Zack spent ninety-five dollars on Hpnotiq and Hennessey, the ingredients required to make Incredible Hulk mixers. I've never had a mixer that was pure alcohol, and not half flavored, sugar gunk, so it was a learning experience. For example, I learned that drinking Hulks will make me slur viciously, beginning after only the first drink.
Other things I learned in the past few days: I can't stay away from booze, can't not snort cocaine for the sake of a drug test, and I'm not sure whether or not I want to accept a job because I'm worried about a job I haven't even been offered yet. I am a very self-destructive person.
I'm not sure I'll be able to pass a drug test. One website I looked into says that THC may take up to ninety days to leave the system of a daily, constant marijuana smoker. Possibly only a month or less has passed since I've quit, and, having never tried it before, I am unsure of the system-flushing qualities of Golden Seal Root, even if a few of my friends and Afro-man all swear by it. Hopefully it works well; Zack kept on buying cocaine all last weekend, and, being the terrible fiend of hard drugs that I am, I was unable to turn down any line offered to me. Cocaine, as a rule, doesn't stay in the system for more than a couple of days on its own, so after popping Golden Seal pills like M&M's and drinking enough water to drown a giant, my system is possibly squeaky clean. Possibly. Which means I felt the need to spend thirty of the forty-five dollars I had earmarked for my electricity bill on a home drug test kit. Thirty dollars! A drug test facility would have only charged me twenty-five, but I suppose I'm paying for convenience and privacy.
Friday evening Zack spent ninety-five dollars on Hpnotiq and Hennessey, the ingredients required to make Incredible Hulk mixers. I've never had a mixer that was pure alcohol, and not half flavored, sugar gunk, so it was a learning experience. For example, I learned that drinking Hulks will make me slur viciously, beginning after only the first drink.
Other things I learned in the past few days: I can't stay away from booze, can't not snort cocaine for the sake of a drug test, and I'm not sure whether or not I want to accept a job because I'm worried about a job I haven't even been offered yet. I am a very self-destructive person.