I’m a Libra. I hold grudges. It takes me a long ass while to get over your shit.
Helped close tonight
I did the reports, did the deposit and closed the store. This whole promotion thing has got me all excited. Sober living was worth it.
I just wish I could smoke a blunt to celebrate this awesome occasion.
All I got to do is pass my drug test. I’ve been clean for two months*pats myself on the shoulder * Ehh, its good I guess. Sober living seems do-able. Tested myself some weeks ago. Still came out positive.
Freaking out a little cuz I don’t want to get fired.
You can’t smoke pot and do your job? I fucking excelled on everything while on the reefer so it doesn’t make any sense.
“Ooh look at me, I’m a pothead and I’m gonna face the fuck out of this whole store, treat every customer like fucking royalty, and scrub the bathrooms so fucking clean, a nun’s piss won’t compare to its cleanliness…don’t hire me. I love weed and can still do my job and more.”
Pssh, over it