...do I want to take a polygraph. It was an experience to the say the least. I'm already a nervous guy when it comes to tests and getting evaluated one-on-one with someone. Now add all kinds of things attached to/placed on you...and sitting in a foreboding chair, and you got a recipe that Mikey is not fond off. It doesn't matter though...because in the (long) end, I passed. To hopefully never, ever, ever do again.
Oh and don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong...just needed to get done for good old work.