return to childhood

I had an interesting experience a couple of Mondays ago. I had to get a drug test for my new job. I tried to go last week, but I was unaware that I was not supposed to touch the paper, let alone fill it out in its entirety… which I did. I was told to come back the next day, which was Monday, and I did, after I had to call the corporate offices of White Lodging and shamefully ask for a new form. I went in the office and immediately felt awkward. It was quiet, sterile, and the receptionist stared at me like a convict from behind the glass. She barked, “Sign in.” and backed away from the window. I gave her my form and my ID and went to sit down. I waited for a few seconds while she looked back and forth from me to my ID, supposedly, I guess to verify my identity. After that moment, I wondered what kind of unsavory people she dealt with everyday. I tried to be my sunny self, but to no avail. I felt like I entered the room and revered back to toddlerhood. As I walked into the “collection room” code for a little room with a toilet and an examination table, I was greeted by a string of commands… “stop” “don’t” don’t touch that” Quit it” Stand here” Pee” It was a little humiliating. She proceeded to search me and advised me to put my purse into a cabinet which she locked. She handed me a cup and for one moment of horror, I thought she was about to follow me into the bathroom and hold it for me. Thankfully, she didn’t. I slinked out of the bathroom with a cup of warm liquid in my hand. She barked a few more commands, asked for my signature and saw me out the door. Whew… I promise never to do drugs. I never want to repeat that again.