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TIFU but not taking a drug test seriously (then got saved by my journeyman being a grumpy bastard)

So blah blah, this happened 6 years ago, blah blah.

When I was in my apprenticeship to become an electrician I got put onto a pretty big construction job for a pretty big company. We were a sub contractor that did all the work getting the site offices wired in and data lines in, but also ended up doing a lot of other work because it was easier getting us our work permit than getting their sparkies to get jobs done (IDK, shit was real weird with their sparkies)

Some back story is that the company was (unbeknownst to us) courting my Journeyman for a job.

Some other back story is that I fucking love MDMA and it makes me feel amazing. (Although I’ve only ever taken it ten times in my lifetime)

So this one Saturday night I’m at my best friends’ for a party and it’s going well, I stop drinking at 8 o clock because I’m being picked up at 5 the next morning to go up to site. It’s a fucking awesome night as always and then my mate’s girlfriend’s sister comes up to me and hands me a wadded up piece of cigarette paper. “The fuck is this?” I ask. “It’s (MDMA)” she says and I instantly neck it.

Just about the time it kicks in my mate says “don’t you have drug screenings at work?”

Cut to the next day and we do in fact have drug screenings. They are random and when you sign on site your name gets assigned a number. They randomly pick a number and all the people with that number get drug tested.

My number comes up.

I say something like “ok, but you won’t like it.” And my Journeyman comes up, grabs me by the arm and says “we don’t do that.”

Don’t know if any of you have ever had a run in with a security firm that works to a big company before, but these fucks have a real Steven Segal complex and sneer at him and act like “I AM THE LAW.”

My journeyman just tells him calmly “you tell (Mr. XYZ) that if we get drug tested we don’t work today”, some more context is that this is a Sunday 12 hour shift on a job that needs to be finished before work starts Monday and there is no way to postpone the work. Less than five minutes later we’re getting ready to wire up yet another portacabin and my Journeyman didn’t say shit to me or my boss about it.

TLDR; I took drugs knowing we had random drug screening, got sent to get tested and my journeyman told them to “fuck off”

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