The doorman gave me a hard time delivering cannabis

My parents ended up getting a divorce when I was young and I lived with my father for a long time! I didn’t get to see my mother much at all, and when I became an adult, I decided to transfer to the town to live with my mother for a while.

  • As soon as I got to the city, she insisted that I find a task.

I started working at a fast food restaurant, but I applied at multiple interesting places. One of those places happened to be a cannabis store. I had to find a task rapidly and I didn’t have time to wait for the most enjoyable task. When the cannabis dispensary called me for an interview, I right away jumped on the opportunity. I interviewed with the manager and she seemed to prefer me a good deal. Sadly, she wasn’t the only lady in charge of hiring. I had to meet with the district manager as well. That meeting went pretty well too, and the manager offered me a task working as a delivery lady. I didn’t have a car, however the marijuana delivery repair allowed me to use my moped since all of the orders happened to be in the city. A few months after I started the task, I had an absolutely interesting and odd 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 though. Even when I offered the guy the name of the lady and the room number, he still insisted that I was trying to break into the building.
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