After I graduated from high school, I worked one job for a total of one week.
It was at a bookstore in a shopping mall, and it was one of the worst weeks of my life.
The job itself was not that terrible, if I’m being honest, it was the feeling I had of “well this is it, this is the rest of your life.” In school, the future seemed bright, but in the work force the future seemed like endless clock punching and endless irritating customers. So I quit after one week, and set out to make my own fortune on my own terms. My path ended up being marijuana sales, which ended up being a really good job for me for a long while. After a few weeks selling cannabis for a friend of mine I earned enough of a stake to buy a huge amount. From that point on I set my own hours, my own prices, and staked my claim as the main marijuana source for my whole neighborhood. Things might have gone on like that forever, simply perfect, except for that stupid marijuana dispensary opened up about a mile from here. Now my customer base is all but gone, because the marijuana dispensary has hundreds of different products, and I simply can’t match their quality. I still have the edge in price, but it seems my customers would rather pay a higher cost for higher quality marijuana than to take what I’m selling. I think I will have to break down and apply for a job at the marijuana dispensary.