A young man wakes up on a crisp morning before heading into work on a high-profile construction site in Wellington. He routinely takes the first hit of his bong for the day. After breathing in the thick smoke and releasing it into the air, he chucks on his work boots and jacket to meet his ride at the front gate.
As the morning traffic slowly creeps its way through Ngauranga Gorge, the two workmates get their first glimpse of the capital. Everything about the day is business as usual until the car rolls on to the worksite where several drug testing vans are parked up. The slight high from earlier amplifies the on set of panic as he realises what this could mean for him.
Presented with a cup and told to complete a urine test sample, he tries a lame excuse: "I don't need to go at the moment.". But it's not that easy. The young worker is told he won't be allowed on-site until he has completed a test and if he can't do one here then he'll have to do it at The Drug Detection Agency office.
"There's no way I'm going to get away with this", he thinks. Fingers crossed, off he goes to the testing office.
Within 30 seconds, the test comes back. It's clear. There is no sign of drugs in his system. He is shocked and confused.