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.

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