strange day.

This morning I had a breakfast meeting with a bunch of people from work and our board of directors. It wasn't a mandatory meeting but I decided to go anyway. When I got there I found one of my favorite coworkers and we sat down to eat and shoot the shit. Another coworker came over and made some comment about the two of us not mingling. Well screw you. Isn't it enough that I was at work an hour early when it wasn't even mandatory for me to be there??

I just called the lab that does the drug screens for the clients. Yesterday I shared with a client that her screen came back positive for marijuana. She swore up and down and all around that she hadn't smoked. The substance abuse counselor was here and asked if she had been around anyone that was smoking marijuana because that would make her test positive. WHAT?? This is soooooo not true and I feel like I spend half of my time explaining to clients why it's bullshit when they say, "I didn't smoke it! I was at a party and some dude sitting next to me smoked a joint." And now I have to explain it to the substance abuse counselor too? Last night Jesse and I did a little research on that crazy thing called the internet and sure enough, I was right. Just in case, I called the lab. The toxicology guy told me that a study was done where a bunch of people were put in a 9 ft. by 9 ft. room for 12 hours and had thick pot smoke pumped in in heinous amounts and none of them tested positive. Oh, and even if a person did that for days and it did get into their system, the level would be lower than the lab tests for. And for my next trick, I'm asking to see the substance abuse counselor's credentials.

The other exciting thing I did today was go car shopping with a client. Have you ever gone shopping for a car that costs less than $1200? That's the amount that the Department of Human Services (formerly Family Independence Agency) will help with for a car. We ended up at a junk yard. That's right. A junk yard. And we were looking for a whole car, not just parts. We found one and my client is very excited. While she was looking at scrap metal with wheels I was checking out the generations of inbred cats that were running around. The woman that was helping us said that the mail carrier offered to pay to get them fixed but they can't catch them. She seemed genuinely surprised when she told me that when she started working there 2 years ago there were only 7 cats and now there are over 20. And that my dear, is why you work at a junk yard.

Good news! The window by my desk that has been stuck shut is now open. Unfortunately, the maintenance guy killed my plant in the process. He broke the thing off at the stem and then didn't even bother to tell me. I know, it's just a plant. I cut some pieces off and stuck them in water. Hopefully I'll be able to salvage some of it.

Better get some work done before I leave for class.