Made a very optimistic and happy post in my other journal yesterday. I should've known better. You know the gods don't like you flaunting your luck, so they have to smack you down a notch when your cheeks curl into a grin. That's a sufficient intro, then, isn't it?

Last week someone at the boyfriend's work injured himself very badly. An ambulance ride, surgery, and a year of prescribed physical therapy later, he was drug tested and didn't pass. If you've been through the workmen's comp circus before, you'll know this is standard procedure. Well, guess what else they decided to do? Yup. Now EVERYONE is getting tested, starting today with Andy.

He stalled enough that I had time to bring him a royal flush and he downed it, along with half a huge bottle of water. It didn't make him feel very well and the thought of losing his job scared the shit out of him, but I think (hope) everything will be ok. They said the sample was a bit diluted, so he may have to do it again. We bought another bottle just in case.

Now, his mom, (who also smokes,) is bugging him for a bag. Nice. Thanks, mom. Trying to keep his mind OFF of it, but you don't care, do you, you selfish, worthless bitch? Jesus.

What a strange and awkward day.