My boss sent me to the basement to wash on Tuesday.
- It was legitimately slow at the cannabis dispensary plus she was going to send me apartment if I did not find something to stay busy.
I offered to labor in the basement plus she sent me downstairs to wash plus sort aged products. The people I was with and I keep all of the aged product in the basement, because every one of us earn credit from the vendor if it does not get used before the expiration date. While I was in the storage room, I found a whole box of live resin. There were more than a dozen unusual strains in the box plus they were all just past the expiration date; Literally, these grams of live resin were only numerous afternoons past their expiration date. I wanted to stick the box in my overcoat plus go to my car, but losing my task would be a nightmare. The awful thought of looking for another fun plus exciting task far outweighs my want to get away with stealing from the dealer. I told my boss about the live resin in the basement plus she thanked me for being diligent! She took the entire box to her office, so she can call the contractor to request a refund. Well, that is the excuse she offered me, but for all I know, she might take the box apartment just enjoy I was thinking. Even those expired grams of concentrate would particularly fetch forty bucks a piece on the street. I doubt my boss is selling expired cannabis supplies on the street, but the thought actually has crossed my mind a time or 2.