For the past 9 weeks, I have been employed at the medical and recreational marijuana facility at the edge of town by the airport; The town council is really funny about marijuana.
They do not allow any store fronts inside of the actual town limits.
That’s the reason why the locale is so far outside of the actual town, and it’s about a 15-sixth drive, but the dispensary has satisfactory prices and a immense 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 and I can use marijuana without worrying about losing our task. The bank absolutely frowned on employees using recreational or medical marijuana. They never said we couldn’t, but they absolutely made it known that it was not cool with them, and most nights I work on the phone orders. I input all of the orders from the previous evening and I contact the clients to review their orders and talk about substitutions. I contacted one of our regular clients to supply the guy some bad news… Unluckyly, we were completely out of the cannabis concentrate that he ordered online overnight. I figured the guy was going to be disappointed, although I did not expect his to start yelling at me over the phone. I could not control the amount of marijuana and the store, so it was silly to yell at me in our opinion. I tried to tell the guy that I would be thrilled to upgrade the items with something different, however he did not stop yelling long enough to hear me speak.