I like to daydream about escaping from this place and getting a job on a beach somewhere, or maybe working at a cannabis dispensary
Some of the people in the office are bonafide weirdos. I totally understand why this is, because office life drives people slowly insane through boredom and monotony. If I work here for too long, or stop coming in high, then I will probably go crazy as well. Bill works in the cubicle next to mine. Bill never listens to music, or plays games, he just works. During breaks and at lunch, he stays at his desk, staring at the cubicle wall. That’s all he does! One day Bill is going to snap and bring a gun to work, so I watch him closely. On the other hand, maybe Bill smokes cannabis in the morning before coming in, like I do. Perhaps he shovels down a handful of cannabis edibles, and is blissed out in his office chair for his whole shift. I don’t want to ask him, because I don’t need anyone here knowing how much cannabis I use on a daily basis. Before I work I get high, and during lunch I go out to my car and smoke more cannabis. I know it’s a risk to smoke marijuana in the work parking lot, but I am compelled to do so. I don’t want to end up like these other sad sacks, and cannabis seems to be the only way to keep my sanity and still draw a paycheck. I like to daydream about escaping from this place and getting a job on a beach somewhere, or maybe working at a cannabis dispensary. Alas, I doubt that will ever happen.