My mom’s best friend is the manager at a marijuana dispensary and delivery service.
My mom and the lady have been friends for 20 years. When my mom told Gwen that I was looking for a job, she told my mom to have me put in an application at the marijuana delivery service. I thought I would be working inside of the building, but she hired me to work as a delivery driver. I wasn’t sure that my car would last long enough to actually make deliveries, but my mom told me that I could use her car until I could afford to buy a better car. My mom has a car that has excellent gas mileage and it’s pretty brand new. I felt bad about putting all the miles on her car working for the marijuana delivery service, but my mom doesn’t really take the car anywhere and she didn’t seem that upset. One of the first deliveries that I ever had with the marijuana service was going to a house on the other side of town by the beach. The house was in an older neighborhood and there were large trees all over the neighborhood. Some of the trees made it very difficult for me to see the addresses on the houses. I was looking for an address that was 1236 and I could not find the house at all. It was hard to see the addresses on the houses so I eventually gave up and called the customer to get better directions to her home. I was actually parked right out front when I made the call.