I had my pre-employment drug test today -- what a doozy. I got stage fright and was unable to pee. This never happens. I have a small bladder; I always have to pee. I relate to every over-active bladder medicine commercial targeted towards senior citizens loosing control of their faculties. My issues are such that Eugenio bought me Depends as an anniversary gift. Then again, I also always have issues with pee tests. The employment gods must enjoy messing with me.
After an awkward silent four minutes with the nurse standing outside the bathroom door, I handed over my cup with a mere drop or two of a pee. Sorry, I couldn't go, I said with embarrassment. I felt like a criminal for no reason. I had to sit in the dr's office for an hour as if I were in time out until I was able to produce an overflowing cup-o-pee....which I eventually handed over --thank god (I was seriously praying for pee) -- an hour later, along with the last fibre of my dignity. All's well that ends well.
In other news, I signed up for the Disney World Marathon and I have marathon fever again. Eugenio graciously agreed to run with me last weekend at one of the few (only?) trails I've been able to locate in Orlando. Word to the wise: bear in mind that I never know what I'm talking about or where I'm going, so if you run a "should be about a 5 mile loop" with me, be prepared for an 11 mile back and forth run. Eugenio was a trooper. At least now he knows that he can run a half marathon. I always tell him he can, and he doubts my logic: if you can run 4 miles, you can run 13.1. Now, hopefully, "if you can run 11 miles, you can run 13.1 miles" is more believable. Gimme a call if you want to test your limits. ; D
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