"Just another day in Hell," You groan wearily to yourself as you clock into your full time fast food job. It's not that the job was inherently bad, it was just monotonous sometimes. Sometimes stressful as well. You slip on a crusty, greasy apron that somehow manages to feel both wet and dry at the same time. Gross! Doesn't the boss ever clean these? Whatever. No time to worry about that. It's almost lunchtime and you need to fry up as much cholesterol laden food as possible before the hungry hoards appear. Good thing you brought a secret weapon today. You smile to yourself. On the way to work you decided to indulge in an edible. It took some deliberation at first on whether you should or not but eventually you popped the gummy into your mouth and down the hatch it went. "It shouldn't be a problem," you think, "I can do this job in my sleep." It didn't matter if the rest of the staff noticed you were a little stoned anyway. They all smoke too and no one really questions your authority
