I thought it was going to be fun to work at the marijuana clinic, but I wasn’t having any fun at all
When I lost my job at the factory, I had to find something else quick. I applied at the grocery store, the laundry center, and the market. I also applied at the bank and the bar. I went to a temporary work agency and I filled out an application. A couple of days later, I received a telephone call from the agency. They had a part-time position available at a recreational marijuana clinic. The position was two weeks long with the opportune day to go full time at the end of the assignment. I accepted the job, because I thought it might be a lot of fun to work at a recreational marijuana clinic. The first day of work was a bit underwhelming. I thought I would be at the counter talking with customers, but I was downstairs in the storage room stocking shelves. In fact, I spent the entire first week of the job in the storage room. I didn’t talk to many people and I took my lunch break alone. I thought it was going to be fun to work at the marijuana clinic, but I wasn’t having any fun at all. At the end of the two-week job, the manager brought me into the office to discuss staying longer. I was ready to say no until the manager told me that the full-time position would be a cashier in the dispensary. I certainly didn’t want to spend my life stocking shelves in the dark by myself, but working at the counter sounded like a lot more fun.