Tommy’s “medical marijuana” means I do all the work.
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Date: November 9th, 2024 10:14 AM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Tommy’s got a medical marijuana card, and he uses it like a golden ticket. Every hour, he announces, “Time for my medication break,” and disappears to the parking lot.
He comes back smelling like a Cheech & Chong rerun, eyes half-closed, and claims he’s more “zen” now. Meanwhile, I’m juggling his duties and mine, sweating under the fluorescent lights.
Tonight, after his fourth break, a customer asked if Tommy was “okay to operate heavy machinery.” I said, “No,” but management doesn’t care.
Swept the floor, leaned on the broom, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630833&forum_id=2Elisa#48314668) |
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