Two Weeks of NONSENSE

This is utterly ridiculous. And I mean UTTERLY.

Two weeks ago I interviewed for a job and was accepted. No problem.

I passed the background check just fine.

I failed the drug test. Big problem.

It was a prescription drug that dinged me. Something my doctor believed would really help (and it has). I got a copy of the prescription. I got a note from my doctor on letterhead.

Not good enough.

Every single day, this company (a drug company, no less!) wants something else, something more; more documents, more pieces of paper, more tests... finally today they got the results from an independent MRO (I believe that stands for Medical Records Officer, or something similar) and just called me to say that someone from "Verification" will be calling me and that I need to answer some questions about this drug: how long I've taken it, blah blah blah.

TWO WEEKS of this nonsense. It's like something out of that awesome movie BRAZIL. I feel like the poor Tuttle or Buttle, or whichever it was, who was killed because of an administrative mistake. I love that movie; it makes my Top Ten easily. I love how the administration makes things so difficult on everyone and the bizarre things the people do to make their lives easier... like put giant magnifying glasses on tiny TV screens so they can see them better, etc. LOVE THAT commentary on desk-jockeys everywhere. The scene where Jonathyn Pryce tries to keep his half of the desk in his office is brilliant.

But a real-life BRAZIL? That I don't like so much.

Crazy hair-splitting freaks who want to make sure they don't get sued for discrimination? Do I really want to work for them? Not really. Do I have a choice in this "economic climate"??? No. I do not.

So, here I sit, frustrated, BLOGGING about my emotions, freaking out a little more every day. Add in to this mix a beleaguered headhunter (who found me) who has a thick Indian accent, and who talks very fast and is incomprehensibe, put a pinch of ass-backwards bureaucratic nonsense tinged with irritation, and you have my daily life for the last two weeks.

I'm tired of this!

And I'm still waiting for the phone to ring.

Maybe I'll blog about this when it's all resolved. I may be employed; I may NOT. If I am, they want me to start TOMORROW.

I don't think so.

More later, if I'm not too irritated.