What will happen, will happen

I went on another interview. It was last Thursday, and it went well.
It is a job that I can do without fucking up too much stuff.
That's important.

The lady explained that there are a few pre-employment things that need to be done.
A drug test.
A background check.
And a credit check.

This shit freaks me out. I feel like people are diggin into my business. This will, in no way, stop me from going postal if the situation arises, and I feel like that's what I need to do. I am sure that people everywhere go thru these kinds of checks, and still steal, do drugs and file bankruptcy.

I was pretty confident that I would be offered the job.
And I was. I guess, I passed the background and credit check. The only thing left?
A fuckin drug test.

I do not use drugs. I have probably blazed 1 or 2 times in the last year.
No time recently, though.

On Saturday, I felt that familiar stomach issue about to take a sister down. I have ulcers, and other tummy issues..and when that shit comes up, I am no good for about 5 hours.
And it is painful.

I went to my trusty supply of Vicodin. And I took one. And like clockwork, the pain was gone in about a half hour. Then I started worrying about this job thing. What if I get offered this job and have to go take a drug test. I do not have a prescription for this..and I will come back dirty. I want this job. I need this job. And they will think I am a damn drug addict. I have looked all over the internet trying to find out something...I didn't find any clear answers. I read somewhere that this drug stays in your system for about a week.

They want me to start Monday. But I am not sure how this drug thing is gonna work out.
Damn.

It's so funny how living a thug life for so long makes you think. I contemplated every drug test beating thing under the sun. These are not even things that I had to look up, they are things I know from hanging out with the crowd that I used to hang with.

Put bleach or drano or salt even, in your urine sample.
Drink lots of water and flush the drugs out of your system.
Use someone elses pee.
Dilute it with water, either from the tap, or the toilet.

~LOL~ the list goes on.

But in the end, I decided that fate will have it's way. It this job was really meant to be, I would get it, right? I have always believed that everything happens for a reason, and what will be, will be. If my dirt comes back on me, than so be it. I will just continue to do what I do and hope for the best.

What more can I do.