Yep, another one.
Same things that happens every time. An overly timid driver darts into traffic and panics,
slamming on their breaks. In
anticipation of them being a good driver, I see them moving forwards and
anticipate them having the courage to merge. They do not.
It’s really hard to describe the intersection unless you see it. It’s a mess.
It’s
my fault, although not my fault alone.
The girl was nice about it.
She lives in PB and her car gets hit all of the time she tells me. We go separate ways. I think part of the problem is that I’m
just so tired. Perhaps it was
because I was up smoking pot till 4 a.m.
That’s the only thing that makes this job tolerable. I’ve been slamming a few beers, and
eating chunks of cheese and just going to bed – but I like smoking better.
I
would just get a medical marijuana card and be done with it, but I’d still be
violating federal transportation regulations. That would be fine though, because Catherine’s never heard
of it.
Get this –
Recently
a driver was given a random drug test.
He tested positive for Marijuana.
Catherine then told him that he couldn’t continue to work here. When he explained that he was
prescribed Marijuana for medical purposes Catherine was dumbfounded. She had never heard of California’s
Medical Marijuana Initiative…
Never even heard of it -
Mysteriously,
about a month later all the drivers were brought in to sign a new contract with
company. The reason? They had lost all of the old contracts
and needed the drivers to sign the “exact same” contracts. I wondered how they disappeared right
out of the file cabinet? The office
had lied, they weren’t exactly the same.
There was an addendum stating that being prescribed Marijuana for
medical purposes would not be allowed by company employees.
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