My Last Day at the Theater

I'm moving to a new apartment in about 3 days, and today is my last day of work at the discount theater. It was really the ideal job for me, because I knew how to do everything, I got free soda, popcorn, posters, and tickets, and I liked my co-workers and bosses. I never had an issue with anyone there, and they all like me because I'm one of the only people that actually works (there are a lot of lazy teenagers there that don't do shit). Most importantly, there were no drug tests. I'd get high with my bosses and talk about Trailer Park Boys.

Alas, I've been relying on a ride to get there for about a year, so now I'll just have to get another job. I'm hoping to get a transfer to a theater close to where I'll be moving, but that's not definite. I'll sure miss that place though. I've been there 2 and a half years, and it was so laid back.

Moving always sucks, but I can at least move out at a more liesurely pace this time, since my mom (whom I'm currently living with) isn't moving out for a while. I'm just sick of having to deal with my mentally retarded nephew. I've had to base my whole schedule around his stupid routine behavior for long enough, and I need to get away from him and his tantrums and shitty diapers and whatnot.

Hopefully I can get employed soon, and work somewhere that will continue to let me smoke. If I don't get enough weed smoke in my lungs, I tend to get cranky, as you may be aware of. Plus, TX Frightmare Weekend is coming up, and I want to be employed so I can spend hundreds of dollars there (they have a great line-up this year).

So yeah, to sum it all up... I love marijuana.