I got a clerical job at a Halfway House 25 years ago. It was where inmates spent the last few months before release; Just computer data, records, & maintaining files for parole officers. After a couple of weeks, I was told to go with into the rest room with an inmate (convicted rapist & murderer). I said, "What for?" My supervisor gave me a bottle & a sheet of paper with instructions that included, "I must personally witness the sample enter the bottle." I handed the paper & the cup back to her & said, "Sorry, I wasn't hired for this" & she fired me.Back in late 1973 when I only had a few months left on my enlistment the Air Force decided to start “The random drug testing program.” The way it worked a random two digit number would be generated and everyone on base whose social security number ended with those two digets would have to report to the base hospital and submit a urine sample. I was stationed at Columbus AFB Mississippi as a 90250 Medical Service Specialist in the Physical Exam section and so I got stuck with that.
I was instructed to go into the bathroom and directly observe the dude peeing into the cup. I was to make sure that urine came out of his ***** and not some little tube next to it which I was told that some people would do in order to use someone elses urine. I guess the idea was you could have a little plastic bag of urine under your clothes and somehow squeeze that through a tube into the cup.
Are you kidding me? There was no way I was bend down and watch some dudes urine come out of his ***** and into that cup. So I’d just hand them the cup, go into the bathroom with them, turn by back to them and say “fill it up”.
Columbus AFB had about 3,000 people stationed there. Mostly dudes. So on any given day there would be about 1% or 30 people on the list. On the rare occasion when I got a female in the random sample I had to get one of the female medics to go in the room with them. But back then there weren’t all that many women in the Air Force.
Anyway this went on for about two weeks. But when a couple of old Master Sergeants and a Lieutenant Colonel got called in, they must have complained and then the criteria for selection was changed to include only people under the age of 27. Can’t have those old lifers having to take a drug test can you?
The worst part of this drug testing crap was that every day there would be a few dudes that said they just couldn’t go. So I’d have to have them sit there and drink water or whatever until they could. It got to be a real pain in the butt because I was supposed to turn those damned samples in by noon. And I had my other regular job to do also.
One day I got tired of waiting on this dude. Was he holding out because he knew he was positive? Or was it true that he just couldn’t pee? Quite frankly, I did not care. I only have a couple of months to go in the Air Force and I don’t need this crap! So I told him “Don’t worry about it, you can go.”
And I filled his damned cup up myself and turned it in.
Suddenly my job got a whole lot easier! Can’t go? Only can get a little dribble? No problem, you can go! Soon I started getting organized. I’d hold my morning piss until I got to work and I’d fill up a half a dozen or so of these little cups and have them all ready to go to help out anybody that needed it.
Towards the end there I think one of the higher up Sergeants was getting a little suspicious, but nobody ever called me on it. So on 19 Feb. 1974 I got my honorable discharge and never looked back.
And to anyone thinking about turning me in, the statute of limitations has long since passed.
Yeah...the place was run by the Govt.