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Waltham, Massachusetts, United States
Height: 6'6" Weight: ~300 Hair: Brown/Blonde Eyes: Hazel Nationality: Irish/Italian Birthdate: March 11th 1986 Aspiration: To be a writer of decent reknown. Or at the very least, live my life in relative peace and harmony.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

ANGER

I've mentioned the Target dealio a few times now. Well, I finally got fed up with hearing the same story on the phone everyday. So I went to the actual store to see if they had anything different to say to me in person.

Oh boy did they have something to say. I approached the hidden door with a purpose, there were other employees about to go in just as I got there. They tried to stop me from going in, but I pushed my way inside. This guy kept asking, over and over "Can I help you?" but I just ignored him and pointed to the girl behind the desk/counter thing.

"Yes?" she asked, a bead of sweat formed on her brow. Slowly making its course along the side of her head, and through her unshaven beard. "Can I help you with something?"

"I took my drug test 3 weeks ago. Has it ever taken this long before?" My tone suggested I had no time for the runaround. I wanted answers.

"Yeah, you did." She admitted. "It was actually all my fault, I'm so sorry for the mix up."

"Mix up?" I asked, intrigued at this turn of events. "What mix up?"

"Oh.. uh..." she muttered "You see, when we issue the drug test, you need to have it done within 12 hours for it to count. Miss the deadline and you automatically fail."

"I did take it within a day. I got it done as soon as I could!" I was angry at this point, was she insinuating that I took too long to take the test? That's not possible, I was there at 10am the next morning. I would have gone after my interview, but they had already closed the labs for the night by then.

"Oh n-no! I know you did! But you see I was a bit flaky that day and put the wrong date into the database. So sorry." I said nothing, but motioned for her to continue. She responded with a dull, empty look.

"Can you fix it?" I said, "Or do I have to take the test again."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as if waking from a daydream. It was no wonder she screwed up my application. "Of course, I'll call the drugtest company day and night until I get an answer, I swear it!"

"All right." I said, "Call me when you have an answer."

"I will sir, I'm so sorry about all this."

"I know... just fix it."

After that I left, shaking my head in disgust. After the many MANY times I've called. This is the first time I had heard about this shitty mistake.

I guess I failed my test after all. The one person who has never touched a drug in his life, failed a drug test.

Lovely.

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