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The days had been too long and too hard. I had tired of thinking about the next job interview that was going to decline my many talents and choose another candidate. A friend called saying I am stressed. Too many tests, too many whiners at work! You want to chill today. I didn't think twice. I put on my favorite velour sweat suit and a pair of flip flops and quickly left the domain of pain called my home. She pulled up the curb in a bright colored tee-shirt a marijuana tree embossed on the front. I new what the game was, and I was ready to participate. She pulled me into a long hug and kissed my forehead. "I know its hard love." I nodded and looked out the window watching as the trailer parks sauntered past, people sat in front of the liquor store drinking the day away. I was one rejection letter from a serious drinking and drug binge. Things were just beginning to depress me. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes and I held them back. No, I wasn't going to, not going to cry. Things will look up I told myself over and over again. We pulled up to a Motel six. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. I needed to chill, let my heart finally stop pounding. Let the thoughts in my head die down. We walked up the stairs to room 112 slowly, both thinking about our future actions. Just wanting to shake the stress of life away and the many defeats, it has dealt me recently. Once in the room, my anxiousness seemed to dissipate immediately.
That was a month ago. A month ago I lit a nice and green blunt. A blunt filled to the brim with my favorite earth made euphoria. A dub was set out on the table. We smoked two blunts in total. The aroma filled the room. I must admit I had one of the better nights of this year. This year of looking for job, after job, after job!
A couple of weeks had gone by; I had been on several interviews. All of them ending in null; my spirit was not to be broken. I called in a favor to my Big Dog Brother in Law. Have to love that man. He and the sister have been locked in the beauties of matrimony for over ten years now. He has been a regular at the Home Depot for more than 15 years. That's what I call job security. According to moms, he had gotten almost everyone a job. So, I filled out the application online, took a small test, gave them my preferences. I put in a call to Big Dog Brother in Law; he tells me he knows the manager at a new store opening near the house. He would call me back when he had some word. After about a week I get a call for an interview from the Home Depot. I go into the interview confident I don't have to worry about getting a cashier position which I am so overly qualified for. I walk in very confident and sure of myself. They tell me which direction to go in and I set off for the 100th interview since looking for a job. I met a nice woman we shall call S. Her blue eyes and ample body gave her a motherly feeling that made me more nervous than comfortable. We spoke briefly about why I wanted to work at The Home Depot. Now, I know how to answer this question but for some reason I through all my interview knowledge out the door and I told her the truth. I need a job. I just can't continue to mooch off the family. Of course not in those words, the point, I told her I needed and wanted a job. Something new, anything would be a good position. She looked over my job preferences and she notices I applied for any job that they would give me. She proceeds to tell me that she is going to ask me nine questions. She started at one and she eventually cut me off because Bitter has had many jobs. She moved to the second, which I answer from pure experience. I am the customer service wiz. I enjoy customer service, and while I finish school it's always a good option. At question three she was thoroughly impressed with me. She quickly gets up and is gone for several minutes. I wait patiently. When she comes back we talk about a drug test and an offer for employment for a full time service position that is paying far beyond the mim wage, I thought I would be making. I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. A job at The Home Depot meant I wasn't stuck. I could finish getting my degree anywhere after I got back on my feet, and the pay. I could stay at this job for a while if not move up in the company. Was my drought of rejections over?
She pushes the drug test papers before me, and I don't think about my month ago failures. Not at that moment. I have too many expectations because basically they have offered me this job. Now with only one condition! I pass this drug test. I walk away to the car, and I am in good spirits. I have passed a drug test before, and smoked only days before. I guess I was talking b-12 or nicotine pills because the levels didn't show up.
In January, I decided that with the job search I would stop smoking "weed" I had to. And I did. Until April, I hadn't had one ounce of weed, no inhalation, or second hand smoke. I was clean as a whistle. Yet after losing the opportunity for the job I had really wanted I caved for a night of fun and relaxation. That was about four weeks before I took the drug test last Friday. It's been four days now, four working days since that test, and no call from the Home Depot. Many are saying, don't worry about it. You were not a daily smoker, it was that one time, and the levels will be low.
I was sure I could past that test when I took it. Again, my consequences so dire. Now I sit and wait... I don't know how much longer I will be okay. My birthday is next week and I wanted this to be my gift to myself. A start on getting things back in order!
Lesson for the day, remind yourself of your triumphs and don't let defeat kill future opportunities...
I really want and need this job.
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Posted by BitterSweetNy on 2008-05-15 15:51:21 | Rating: | Views: 99
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Good luck sweet one, we are in boats right next to each other.
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Posted by ladiegodiva
on 2008-05-15 17:20:03
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Thank you... I am still waiting... and nothing. GRRRRR. Guessing I might not have passed. That will be the last time I smoke while looking for a job.
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Posted by BitterSweetNy
on 2008-05-15 18:23:11
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