The Inspirational Urine Specialist

After my graduation last week, I returned to Knoxville to find a job. You know, those things that are really tricky to find, especially with a vague degree such as English Literature--I have no regrets. I found one pretty quickly--an interesting one to say the least. The interview went fantastically and I am very excited about the position. However, my boss gave me a vast amount of paper work to fill out. The kind of paper work the requires me to run a billion Zelda-like errands to achieve very little. Like, "Hey, Tim. In order for me to validate these references, I'll need a new pen because this one has run out of ink. But I need a special kind of ink. The blood of a dragon should do fine. There is a dragon about 4000 years into the past. You can use this time machine to get there, but in order to slay the dragon, you'll need to get the Dragon-Slaying Sword which is in a whale's mouth at the bottom of the Pacific ocean. You'll need a submarine. Contact the military! They'll have one, but first you'll need to earn their trust by signing up and doing at least 5 years of service..."

I trust you get the idea...

The first errand I had to run was on the other side of Knoxville to a place called "Going Postal," which is where I would get my fingerprints. It was a 45 minute drive in 90 degree weather in faulty AC (which is the poorman's way of saying "hot air blowing air conditioning."). The post office was located obscurely off the side of a road and was an eye sore.  After I got the prints, I drove to my next destination which was about 25 more minutes of speeding up and promptly slowing down. When I finally found the drug testing center, I was 5 degrees hotter than I had been 25 minutes earlier. When I found the joint, it too was oddly located. Its like these places are not meant to be found. It was down a long back-road, filled with apartment complexes and small businesses. I parked and dashed into the air conditioned--I always assume any places is cooler than my car.

When my name was called to piss in the cup, I went down the hall and met the most inspirational pee doctor that has ever existed. This man was passionate about his interactions with is pissers.

"Why, hello, Timothy. Could you please stand to my right and place all of your things in the drawer. You may keep your wallet. Thanks you for understanding."

"oh, uh. Sure."

After I placed all of my things in the drawer he handed me a cup to piss into. He asked gracefully:

"If you don't mind Tim, I need you to fill it at least to the line. If you could do that, I would really appreciate it. And please, don't flush the toilet. Thanks again, Timothy.

"No problem sir"

When I was in the bathroom and not right in front of him, I pissed into the cup and filled it all the way up. It had a cap on it so I didn't have to walk like I had just gotten a cup of hot coffee filled to the rim and had to balance it without spilling it as I would make my way to my seat. No sir. None of that. However, I was paranoid that someone would accidentally bump me while running around the corner, causing me to drop it and look pretty stupid. But that didn't happen at all. I was worried that I peed too much into the cup since it was well past the line marked on it.

"Hey, I pissed Urinated into the cup but well over the line, I hope that doesn't complicate things," I said nicely. In hindsight, I don't know why I was worried about that. What could he have done I don't know what he would have done if it did complicate things? Splashed it in my eyes? Made me drink it? Rub my face in it? I digress.

"Oh, Timothy. It's perfectly fine. I am just glad you did what you thought was right. There are no problems here and is not a big deal at all. Now, if you could, would you wait here for just a few minutes while I test your sample and let you upon your way?"

I held back my chuckle at this man's infinite kindness and responded:

"Sure thing, sir. Thanks."

Once it was done, it was sent to the county and my quest of employment was over.

What a nice pee doctor.