For the past 9 months, I have been emplotted at the medical plus recreational marijuana facility at the edge of city by the airport; The city council is honestly funny about marijuana. They do not allow any store fronts inside of the actual city limits. That’s the reason why the locale is so far outside of the actual town; It’s about a 15-sixth drive, but the dispensary has sufficient prices plus a big selection of products from all over the state. I was working at the bank as a teller, before I got this task working at the dispensary. It’s absolutely a lot more fun at the dispensary plus I can use marijuana without worrying about losing my task. The bank absolutely frowned on employees using recreational or medical marijuana. They never said all of us couldn’t, but they absolutely made it known that it was not cool with them, but most afternoons I work on the cellphone orders. I input all of the orders from the previous night plus I contact the customers to review their orders plus talk about substitutions. I contacted one of our official customers to supply the woman some bad news. Unfortunately, all of us were completely out of the cannabis concentrate that she ordered online overnight. I figured the woman was going to be disappointed, despite the fact that I did not expect her to start yelling at myself and others over the cellphone. I could not control the amount of marijuana plus the store, so it was crazy to yell at myself and others in my opinion. I tried to tell the woman that I would be gleeful to replace the items with something different, but she did not stop yelling long enough to hear myself and others speak.