Saturday, November 15, 2014

Peeing In A Cup

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!!!! WARNING !!!! – If you are a good, decent, God-fearing person, do NOT read this post under ANY circumstances!

Life ain’t easy for fat folks. First, you have all the snide remarks, disgusted looks, deliberate disrespect, lack of normal compassion from others and general prejudice to deal with. Then, you have to deal with the fact that excess weight causes a lot of inconveniences in your life. Cars, clothes and furniture are uncomfortable. Aisle ways, turnstiles, restrooms and even some tools and appliances just don’t seem “user friendly.” Life can get really aggravating when the inconvenience of being fat is made worse by the stupidity of people who think that EVERYTHING in life falls into the “one size fits all” category. One of those situations occurred recently for me.

I and another “big” guy at work were “randomly” chosen for drug and alcohol testing. Translated, I think that means that they didn’t have a load for us just then. We were given our paperwork and then went down to the testing facility behind the local mall for the “piss test.” Unfortunately, I’d been handed the papers immediately upon exiting the restroom, so I requested a wait for more ammunition. Eventually, I felt that a sufficient volume had accumulated to give it a shot.

 Now, for any of you who’ve never done the dirty deed, you must first empty all your pockets to prove that you haven’t snuck in a vial of urine from someone else, so you could hide your habit. THEN, you have to LEAVE all your stuff, including your wallet, in an unlocked box on the nurse’s counter, where OTHER victims may walk past it. I suppose they think that these inanimate objects can produce urine, but they never did request that I turn my pockets inside-out to PROVE that they were empty. Foolishly, I even took my multi-tool out of its belt pouch and put it with the other stuff as a sort of wasted bit of sarcasm.

Skinny folks have no way of knowing this, but asking a really fat person to pee in a little plastic cup isn’t much different than asking them to lick their elbow. Things can only stretch and strain so far. When you have a normal length arm, a humongous belly, and a short…..well…I won’t go there, you are working blind to say the least. Also, you can’t just hold the cup with your thumb at the top and your longest finger at the bottom, as you would expect. No, you must pinch the rim between your thumb and finger, which is a tenuous hold at best, to get every fraction of an inch of length that you can to get near the “dispenser.”

You would think that you could align the cup by feel, but experience has taught me that’s not the case. You, instead, operate by sound. Straddling the john, so you won’t get anything on the floor, you listen for the sound of liquid hitting the water in the bowl; that means you need to adjust placement of the cup. Even that sounds easy, but trust me, it isn’t. More urine ends up running down the outside of the cup than inside, so a sizeable volume is required to get enough for the sample. Since I’d recently used the john at work, I couldn’t corral enough of the golden, tattle-tale liquid the first time, AND THEY WON”T SAVE IT TO LET YOU ADD TO IT IN A LITTLE WHILE! I guess they think that it will magically change chemical composition in a half-hour’s time.

So, they offered me the option of staying there and trying again within the next three hours, or rescheduling for another day. I chose to stay. They lead me back to the lobby, but left all my personal items in the open box in the back room. They offered me a cup and suggested that I drink some water from their water cooler to build up ammo faster. A few minutes later, a nurse stuck her head out the door and asked in a panicky voice how many cups I’d drunk. When I replied that I was on my fourth, she asked that I not drink any more. Apparently, you can weaken the sample if you drink TOO much. If I’d known that, I’d have drunk TEN cups for sheer spite!

I waited not until I thought that I MIGHT have enough ammo to do the job, but until I grew DESPERATE to drain my tank! I told them then, that if they’d give me a bucket or a bedpan, I’d give them more “sample” than they’d know what to do with, but no, they gave me another little plastic cup. Most of it STILL went outside the cup, but the sheer volume overwhelmed the odds and I got a more than adequate sample. Then the nurse poured some of it into two little vials and threw the rest away! So much effort WASTED! I think they should have had to test anything up to ten gallons after all that effort!


I’ve got it figured out though. Next time, I’m going to hide that multi-tool in my sock. Then, at least I can use the folding pliers for a handle on that @%#$&^*)$# little plastic cup! In the meanwhile, I suppose no-one notices that one of my coworkers often smells as if he drank a really huge supper the night before. © 2014
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13 comments:

Ralph Goff said...

Gorges, that was interesting and gave me a different view of you. Having been lean as a greyhound all my life I have none of the problems you mentioned so I will have to count myself lucky.
You could have just finished filling the cup from the tap at the sink. :-)

Gorges Smythe said...

Actually, Ralph, there's no sink in the "restroom" that they put you in. Plus, there's a blue dye in the bowl, and a note telling you not to flush, AND the lid to the tank has a paper seal on it that will indicaate if the lid has been removed.

Mamahen said...

Now you know if you say NOT to read this...I HAD to read it ;))

buddeshepherd said...

I know people who regularly cheat on the p-test. If you really have to pass you can hide a little vial of someone else's urine. I don't ask where, not really having the need to fake the test myself...

Sixbears said...

I drove firetrucks for a living and never had to take a pee test. Firefighters have good unions.

deborah harvey said...

this is all b.s. like the guy who drinks his 'meals', how many are faking and you know they have 'drug-tested' jobs. what i wonder is how they can do their jobs satisfactorily with so much chemical inside them on a regular basis.
deb h.

p.s. loved yesterday's pictures.

Chickenmom said...

When hubby retired he drove a school bus. He had to go through that testing all the time. Never knew when they were going to do it and, like you, had to drink a lot of water!

Gorges Smythe said...

I KNEW you would, Mh. lol


Only one place I can think of, Budd!

I don't know if that's a good thing or not, Sixbears, but at least you didn't have then aggravation.

Anyone who wants to cheat at ANYTHING will find a way, dh. Glad you enjoyed the pictures.

Gorges Smythe said...

Having the volume was less of a problem for me than hitting the target, Cm!

Scooney Adrift said...

Another one of life's little frustrations! Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. Still had to laugh!

Gorges Smythe said...

I hoped a few folks would get a chuckle out of it, Scooney; the guys at work sure did when I gave them the oral version!

Kathy Felsted Usher said...

LOL! I never thought about guys having a difficult time of it. You'd think there would be a better container, particularly for guys.

Gorges Smythe said...

SKINNY guys probably have no problems, Kathy, just blubber-butts like me! lol