Friday, April 8, 2016
The Polygraph Test
My outing to the doctor is turning out to be several outings. I have to go next Tuesday to a hospital in Ladbroke Grove to have blood drawn, and then the following week I have a follow-up visit with my doctor to get the results. I'm virtually certain that when I registered with my doctor four or five years ago, they drew blood right there in the office -- but my memory could be faulty. So anyway, I'm not sure why this extra trip is necessary, but I suppose it's a small price to pay for not paying.
In between all this, I'm going to get my teeth cleaned next Thursday. (Why not get everything done, after all?) I can't believe it's already time. In fact, looking back at the post about my last dental visit, I see that it's way past time. I had it in my head that the dentist told me to come back in two years, but according to that post, she said nine months. Oops! (See what I mean about a faulty memory?)
She's probably going to scold me for waiting so long.
Dave and I watched an episode of "The Good Wife" last night that involved an employee having to take a polygraph test. It reminded me of the one time I had to take one -- when I got hired as a cashier by Scotty's Hardware in Florida back in the mid-1980s. It was part of the hiring process. I was in college and just coming out at the time, and I remember being terrified that they were going to ask me if I was gay. Why I thought this would be of the least interest to Scotty's Hardware, I don't know, and of course all they cared about was whether I'd ever stolen anything from a previous employer. Fortunately, I had not -- and thus began my illustrious yearlong (and theft-free) career as a hardware store cashier.
Oh, and thanks for your comments on my previous post. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one experiencing peculiarities with Blogger!
(Photo: A statue of railway engineer Robert Stephenson at Euston Station, London.)