The door man wasn't going to let me go up

My mom and dad got a divorce when I was young and I lived with my mom for a long time.

I didn’t get to see my dad much at all. When I became an adult, I decided to move to the city to live with my dad for a while. As soon as I got to the city, he insisted that I find a job. I started working at a fast food restaurant, but I applied at many different places. One of those places was a cannabis dispensary. I had to find a job quickly and I didn’t have time to wait for the perfect job. When the cannabis dispensary called me for an interview, I immediately jumped on the opportunity. I interviewed with the manager and she seemed to like me a great deal. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only person in charge of hiring. I had to meet with the district supervisor as well. That meeting went well too, and the manager offered me a job working as a delivery person. I didn’t have a car, but the marijuana delivery service allowed me to use my moped since all of the orders were in the city. A few months after I started the job, I had a very interesting and bizarre encounter with a hotel doorman. One of the residents staying at the hotel ordered items from the marijuana delivery service. The doorman wasn’t going to let me into the building. Even when I gave the guy the name of the person and the room number, he still insisted that I was fraudulently trying to get into the building.

 

 

Marijuana cafe