I had an interview with a recreational cannabis company today.  I believe it went well.  I have no reason to believe I’ll get the job but I don’t think I made a fool of myself.  Small victories. 

I’m learning a lot about myself after a few weeks of full employment in Seattle.  The most amazing thing is how well they treat employees here. There are rights and considerations for extenuating circumstances.  I could break down my coworkers like the Breakfast Club but there’s no need.  The things people discuss are so shallow I can’t tell if they are being facetious.  If anyone makes me feel truly uncomfortable I just turtle up.  It’s not the best course of action but I’m too practical to have faith in the system until my 90s days is up.  Fortunately, I know the difference between offensive and annoying.

The weed I smoke seems to effect my days.  If I stick with reliable, upbeat sativas like green crack and sour diesel my tolerance for bullshit is extended.  Every now and then I work in a hybrid that’s more like an upbeat indica, such as Girl Scout Cookies.  Those strains are great for some relaxed restorative yoga.  If I just want to make the pain go away I smoke my best indicas, GDP and Dark Star.  I really should write up those last few.  As soon as I can do my full arm balance again.

I hope I get a chance to work in the recreational industry.  I think I’m ready for that kind of commitment.  I’m more interested in processing as a long-term goal but retail is where everyone should start.  Unless you’re already a farmer.  I wonder what it takes to be a delivery LLC for garden-to-table processing.  There’s a word for this in the illicit industry.  Bagman.  I think we can spin it as organically handled.  “Packed by stoners, for stoners.” (TM)