Some of the people in the office are bonafide weirdos.

If I work here for too long, or stop coming in high, then I will really go crazy as well, but bill works in the cubicle next to mine. Bill never listens to tunes, or plays games, she just works, and during breaks & at dinner, she stays at her desk, staring at the cubicle wall. That’s all she does! One afternoon Bill is going to snap & bring a gun to work, so I watch him closely. On the other hand, maybe Bill smokes cannabis in the day before coming in, like I do; Perhaps she shovels down a handful of cannabis edibles, & is blissed out in her office chair for her whole shift. I don’t want to ask him, because I don’t need anyone here knowing how much cannabis I use on a weekly basis. Before I work I get high, & while in dinner I go out to my motorcar & smoke more cannabis. I know it’s a risk to smoke marijuana in the work parking lot, however I am compelled to do so. I don’t want to end up like these other distraught sacks, & cannabis seems to be the only way to keep my sanity & still draw a paycheck. I like to afternoondream about escaping from this locale & getting a task on a beach somewhere, or maybe working at a cannabis dispensary. Alas, I doubt that will ever happen.


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