Physical Exams Are BS.

Yesterday afternoon, I went to an occupational medical center (along with my grandma and )to get an exam for a job I might be getting soon (and hopefully, 'cause it is some fat pay *w*).  My appointment was at 2:00pm.  I didn't leave from the waiting room until 3:15 to go back to get my exam done, so this is fantastic already.

The nurse that took me back told me that she would be collecting a hair sample for drug testing.  She grabs her scissors, telling me she won't take much hair because she doesn't need that much, and proceeds to snip off a good inch of my hair in the back.  When she brought her hand back around and showed me the hair she had cut I didn't think it looked too bad, so I shrugged it off.

Next, I was off to lift weights!  I was supposed to lift fifty pounds, a bit higher than chest level onto a shelf.  Or at least that's what the sheet I signed in the lobby said.  Apparently, they don't factor in the possibility that not every one is over five feet tall.  So, by "chest level", they meant "way above my head".  The lady told me to go ahead and move the box, and then told me that there was only one way that I should lift the box.  It was a tiny wooden crate with handles.  You could only lift by the handles.  So, lifting by the handles, I got it up as high as I could, which was about the level of my face because the shelf was another six or so inches above me.  I failed that test because I could only get 35 pounds above my head.  xD  WHICH IS UNSAFE ANYWAY FFFFFF  Then I had to do a safe lifting and dropping test with fifty pounds that I passed.

By the time the next test was to be taken, my heart rate was a little too high for me to take it because I had spent five minutes holding fifty pounds face level.  That really takes it out of you, apparently.  So I was told to go sit in another office and wait until my heart rate came down.  It took, like, ten minutes, so that probably didn't look too well on me.  xD

As soon as it dropped, I was taken to do three 3-minute step tests.  You know, with one of those step-things that can be lowered or heightened.  There was a ten second break between each of those, and I don't think my heart rate ever got above what it took me to lift the weights.

Then I had to climb 20 rungs of a ladder, which was easy but terrifying because the ladder was in a dark, cold storage room that was locked behind me.  Awesome.


So, I'm finally done, and I'm walking out.  I ask my grandma and DynamiteRaver if the fact I had gotten hair cut off was noticeable.  When they scrunched their faces and coughed awkwardly, I knew that I had to get another hair cut.  That's gonna be awesome, too.


I really hope I get this job because that was a ridiculous ordeal.  :C