The Job Isn't That Bad Yet
I got home tonight after another 11 hour day and there were two people hanging out in the back alley where I park my car. They said, "Hi", I said, "Hi". I went about my business unloading my purse, my laptop and other assorted stuff that I needed to carry in when I started to catch a bit of uniquely identifiable aroma.
Yep, they were smoking the ganja.
The thought, very briefly, went through my mind that taking a hit would be a great stress reliever after my long day.
However, I rejected the idea immediately. The job's not that bad and I don't smoke the wacky anyway. Give me another week like this one, though, and that might change.
Yep, they were smoking the ganja.
The thought, very briefly, went through my mind that taking a hit would be a great stress reliever after my long day.
However, I rejected the idea immediately. The job's not that bad and I don't smoke the wacky anyway. Give me another week like this one, though, and that might change.