little cups

Today I peed in a little cup. And I came out of the bathroom with a big grin on my face.
Not because I really enjoy peeing into little cups or have an affinty for sterile bathrooms (well, actually…) or because I had been doing the pee-pee dance for a while, but because each test I take, each cup I pee in, every needle poke I endure; I’m that much closer to achieving a certification to a job (where I get to have sleep deprivation, interrupted meals, blood and vomit projected onto me, yelled at, and exposed to a myriad of diseases) that has been a dream of mine for many years.

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