I am a regular eater of MMJ, ever since my injury and surgery about ten years ago. MMJ saved my life; saved me from a life of addiction to narcotics.
I have been working for a large new car dealership in Northern California for years. My job requires me to move cars a lot. From here to there, then back. Take off the truck, park over there. Move from there to in the shop. Move from the shop to the wash rack - you get the point. Lots of moving cars in a very compact area. Bent metal is bound to happen. Just a matter of time.
The company policy is that if an employee has "an accident" they will be escorted to the test facility by management and tested. Right now.
Well, one day, it happened. I got a little too close and put a dent in a new car about the size of a hand. We're talking a $100 dent (their cost - they'd charge you $1000). I did it in front of witnesses otherwise I'd of just walked away from it, but, my boss is looking at the dent and says, "Well, we gotta go to the lab. I've got a couple of things to do and I'll meet you in my office in fifteen minutes." I didn't say anything. Thinking that the last time I partook was my morning veg drink.
As soon as he walked away I left the job. Punched out and left. I called my wife (who doesn't use MJ at all) and told her to meet me at the local hospital ER. I checked in to ER told them that I was in an auto accident and wanted to get checked out. Wifey showed up a half hour later, about the time I was put in a room. There was a pee cup in a drawer in the room, I gave it to wifey and told her to pee in it for me. She excused herself to the BR and half filled it, and brought it back. I put it in a rubber glove out of a box of them hanging on the wall, tied a tight knot in it, and stuffed it down my pants.
The doc came in, did an "exam", proclaimed me likely to live and I was discharged.
I went back to work about two hours later. The boss was HOT. I mean pissed off big time. Red-in-the-face mad. He's a dick anyway, so fuck him. "Where the fuck you been? I told you we gotta go to the lab - you punched out. Your fired papers are being processed right now." I said, "I'm ready to go. Do you think a couple of hours is going to make any difference to that test? I was hurt, on the job, in an accident. I went to see my doctor. You don't want me to see a doctor when I get hurt - ON THE JOB? Really? Would you put that in writing, or tell me that in front of a witness?" He swallowed. Told me to "sit down right there and don't move unless I tell you to." I said, "I'm not on the clock right now. I punched out. You tell me I am fired. So fuck you. I'm on MY time so I sit where I want to sit." He lowered his voice and said, "I will punch you in. Sit." I stood where I was - and watched him go to the time clock and punch me in. I remained standing. Fuck him.
He disappeared. I found out later he went to the GM's office. About five minutes later he came out and said, "Come on. We go to the lab." Off we went. Not a word spoken during the 10 minute drive.
I was "suspended" for the rest of the day and all of the next day till the results came back.
I went back to work the day I passed and the boss was being more of a real dick than usual. Looking for reasons to write me up, riding my ass, etc. I put up with it for a week, could see the hand writing on the wall. Went back to MY doctor who had a copy of the ER chart and the drug test. I told him that I thought I'd hurt my neck in the impact and that it was still sore. I just couldn't work.
He put me on temp disability, I got workers comp for six months. Went to a chiropractor, got massages once a week. Slowly my neck got better and I could work again. I found a better job - told them that I needed to give two weeks notice - and went back to the now fucked job. Worked a couple of days and gave one week notice - they fired me on the spot but gave me two weeks pay. Whilst being "processed out" I asked the boss if I could use his phone to which he so nicely replied "I don't give a husky fuck what you do." So, I called the new job and (in front of him) told new boss that I was suddenly available now and new boss said "Good, come in to work tomorrow morning" Dick Head boss was sitting there with his mouth half open looking at me through the phone call. I could hardly keep from laughing.
I took six months off with full pay and bennies, and weekly spa visits, found a better job and got a weeks pay that I didn't work for plus my vacation time on the way out the door. Last thing I said to Mr. Head was "Pleasure doing business with ya."
Recently talked with a friend I made when I worked there. He tells me that I am a legend there for successfully fucking 'the man' whilst he was trying to fuck me.
Keep your head - stay calm. But mostly, rock on.
~ Auggie ~
I have been working for a large new car dealership in Northern California for years. My job requires me to move cars a lot. From here to there, then back. Take off the truck, park over there. Move from there to in the shop. Move from the shop to the wash rack - you get the point. Lots of moving cars in a very compact area. Bent metal is bound to happen. Just a matter of time.
The company policy is that if an employee has "an accident" they will be escorted to the test facility by management and tested. Right now.
Well, one day, it happened. I got a little too close and put a dent in a new car about the size of a hand. We're talking a $100 dent (their cost - they'd charge you $1000). I did it in front of witnesses otherwise I'd of just walked away from it, but, my boss is looking at the dent and says, "Well, we gotta go to the lab. I've got a couple of things to do and I'll meet you in my office in fifteen minutes." I didn't say anything. Thinking that the last time I partook was my morning veg drink.
As soon as he walked away I left the job. Punched out and left. I called my wife (who doesn't use MJ at all) and told her to meet me at the local hospital ER. I checked in to ER told them that I was in an auto accident and wanted to get checked out. Wifey showed up a half hour later, about the time I was put in a room. There was a pee cup in a drawer in the room, I gave it to wifey and told her to pee in it for me. She excused herself to the BR and half filled it, and brought it back. I put it in a rubber glove out of a box of them hanging on the wall, tied a tight knot in it, and stuffed it down my pants.
The doc came in, did an "exam", proclaimed me likely to live and I was discharged.
I went back to work about two hours later. The boss was HOT. I mean pissed off big time. Red-in-the-face mad. He's a dick anyway, so fuck him. "Where the fuck you been? I told you we gotta go to the lab - you punched out. Your fired papers are being processed right now." I said, "I'm ready to go. Do you think a couple of hours is going to make any difference to that test? I was hurt, on the job, in an accident. I went to see my doctor. You don't want me to see a doctor when I get hurt - ON THE JOB? Really? Would you put that in writing, or tell me that in front of a witness?" He swallowed. Told me to "sit down right there and don't move unless I tell you to." I said, "I'm not on the clock right now. I punched out. You tell me I am fired. So fuck you. I'm on MY time so I sit where I want to sit." He lowered his voice and said, "I will punch you in. Sit." I stood where I was - and watched him go to the time clock and punch me in. I remained standing. Fuck him.
He disappeared. I found out later he went to the GM's office. About five minutes later he came out and said, "Come on. We go to the lab." Off we went. Not a word spoken during the 10 minute drive.
I was "suspended" for the rest of the day and all of the next day till the results came back.
I went back to work the day I passed and the boss was being more of a real dick than usual. Looking for reasons to write me up, riding my ass, etc. I put up with it for a week, could see the hand writing on the wall. Went back to MY doctor who had a copy of the ER chart and the drug test. I told him that I thought I'd hurt my neck in the impact and that it was still sore. I just couldn't work.
He put me on temp disability, I got workers comp for six months. Went to a chiropractor, got massages once a week. Slowly my neck got better and I could work again. I found a better job - told them that I needed to give two weeks notice - and went back to the now fucked job. Worked a couple of days and gave one week notice - they fired me on the spot but gave me two weeks pay. Whilst being "processed out" I asked the boss if I could use his phone to which he so nicely replied "I don't give a husky fuck what you do." So, I called the new job and (in front of him) told new boss that I was suddenly available now and new boss said "Good, come in to work tomorrow morning" Dick Head boss was sitting there with his mouth half open looking at me through the phone call. I could hardly keep from laughing.
I took six months off with full pay and bennies, and weekly spa visits, found a better job and got a weeks pay that I didn't work for plus my vacation time on the way out the door. Last thing I said to Mr. Head was "Pleasure doing business with ya."
Recently talked with a friend I made when I worked there. He tells me that I am a legend there for successfully fucking 'the man' whilst he was trying to fuck me.
Keep your head - stay calm. But mostly, rock on.
~ Auggie ~
