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i have to work today. it is still almost 12 hours away (i only work for two hours: 8-10pm), but i am a bit nervous. to the left of the computer there is a half of a joint, and i am convincing myself not to smoke it right now. speaking of the joint, i was really nervous about the medical test for this job. a drug test would have fucked me.
i felt kind of like i did a few weeks ago at the bar with my friends. i had pot in my cigarette pack. we were in line waiting to get into the bar. my friends walked in front of me. i noticed that the security was checking purses and cigarette packs. i knew shit was going to hit the fan, but i didnt have a way out. it was horrible. i tried to call a friend who had gotten in. he stood by the door a few feet from me and yelled out to me to see what i wanted. i couldnt tell him about the pot that he had just smoked and forgotten about completely. the security lady called me and asked me to give her my purse. i told her i didnt know if i was staying. i had such a guilty look on my face that she just pulled me closer and i surrendered completely. i handed her my purse and waited for the inevitable. she took my cigarette packs from inside and asked me to hold the purse. she opened the first pack of marlboro light. i looked inside at my innocent cigarettes. she handed me that pack. she grabbed a hold of the other one and opened it. and i said: "you know what, you can just give me that one... it is empty." she poured the contents into her hand. i smiled. she glared. she called another security person and they talked. i saw them giving my weed to this guy in the back. i told her i didnt want to be at the bar that much anyway and asked for my weed back. then it was her turn to smile. well... to make a long story short, they smoked up on me that night, i am sure.
so, the feeling of standing in that line to get into the bar was the same as the one i felt waiting for the doctor for the medical. but it turned out all right. the doctor mainly asked me if i felt healthy. i told her i did. and she sent me on my merry way. apparently, it is illegal to do drug tests for jobs here in brazil.
i felt kind of like i did a few weeks ago at the bar with my friends. i had pot in my cigarette pack. we were in line waiting to get into the bar. my friends walked in front of me. i noticed that the security was checking purses and cigarette packs. i knew shit was going to hit the fan, but i didnt have a way out. it was horrible. i tried to call a friend who had gotten in. he stood by the door a few feet from me and yelled out to me to see what i wanted. i couldnt tell him about the pot that he had just smoked and forgotten about completely. the security lady called me and asked me to give her my purse. i told her i didnt know if i was staying. i had such a guilty look on my face that she just pulled me closer and i surrendered completely. i handed her my purse and waited for the inevitable. she took my cigarette packs from inside and asked me to hold the purse. she opened the first pack of marlboro light. i looked inside at my innocent cigarettes. she handed me that pack. she grabbed a hold of the other one and opened it. and i said: "you know what, you can just give me that one... it is empty." she poured the contents into her hand. i smiled. she glared. she called another security person and they talked. i saw them giving my weed to this guy in the back. i told her i didnt want to be at the bar that much anyway and asked for my weed back. then it was her turn to smile. well... to make a long story short, they smoked up on me that night, i am sure.
so, the feeling of standing in that line to get into the bar was the same as the one i felt waiting for the doctor for the medical. but it turned out all right. the doctor mainly asked me if i felt healthy. i told her i did. and she sent me on my merry way. apparently, it is illegal to do drug tests for jobs here in brazil.