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I'm editing this entry, hopefully to make it more comprehensible.
Oh, and to say my ISP sucks because they've done that thing to us again which they do every so often which makes it so I can't send email out for a couple of days. So if you're expecting something from me, please be patient.
First thing when I arrived at work yesterday I was informed that I'd been chosen for the random drug testing. I think "random" actually means they'll get to all of us eventually, just in random order. So that was an easy test to pass, anyhow - breathalyzer and piss test.
Later, however, we had another of the tests which reminds one of one's mortality. We're not supposed to talk about these tests, but I'm sure it I keep it to our emotional responses that won't tell anyone anything useful. First, when we didn't think it could be a real thing, lots of nervous joking about realizing our wills weren't up to date. Then, when it occurred to us this could be real (or a test, but if you like to live you bet on real) fear, which I think is a reasonable response from an intelligent person. The guy who was our lead is much smarter than I am, and he also seemed much more rattled than I seemed to feel. Then, after the tester revealed himself (and don't try this on your own, because if you don't have governmental credentials saying you're an official tester you can be jailed), I, for one, felt a little angry. You know, like after someone's played a practical joke on you which really put your heart in your throat. That's basically what this testing is. I wonder how amusing he finds his job.
I kind of don't like having a job where every day is more boring than the last, until that one day you might not ever leave the airport again. As someone said last time this testing happend, "See that gunk up in the air duct? That's Joe!" I feel like I should go send cards to all my friends and family and tell them how much I love them, but I can't go doing that every damn time my mortality is brought to my attention. I'll ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor to let you all know if anything ever happens.
Oh, and to say my ISP sucks because they've done that thing to us again which they do every so often which makes it so I can't send email out for a couple of days. So if you're expecting something from me, please be patient.
First thing when I arrived at work yesterday I was informed that I'd been chosen for the random drug testing. I think "random" actually means they'll get to all of us eventually, just in random order. So that was an easy test to pass, anyhow - breathalyzer and piss test.
Later, however, we had another of the tests which reminds one of one's mortality. We're not supposed to talk about these tests, but I'm sure it I keep it to our emotional responses that won't tell anyone anything useful. First, when we didn't think it could be a real thing, lots of nervous joking about realizing our wills weren't up to date. Then, when it occurred to us this could be real (or a test, but if you like to live you bet on real) fear, which I think is a reasonable response from an intelligent person. The guy who was our lead is much smarter than I am, and he also seemed much more rattled than I seemed to feel. Then, after the tester revealed himself (and don't try this on your own, because if you don't have governmental credentials saying you're an official tester you can be jailed), I, for one, felt a little angry. You know, like after someone's played a practical joke on you which really put your heart in your throat. That's basically what this testing is. I wonder how amusing he finds his job.
I kind of don't like having a job where every day is more boring than the last, until that one day you might not ever leave the airport again. As someone said last time this testing happend, "See that gunk up in the air duct? That's Joe!" I feel like I should go send cards to all my friends and family and tell them how much I love them, but I can't go doing that every damn time my mortality is brought to my attention. I'll ask
eor to let you all know if anything ever happens.