The Cannabis Industry: My Not So Grand Entrance
Hello to anyone reading my first blog post!
If you’ve decided to read my blog, I will assume you have some sort of interest with cannabis. Whether you like to smoke it, would like to work in the industry, have worked in the industry, or think it is a gateway drug and want it abolished for all eternity, cannabis has occupied your thoughts in one way or another. I don’t blame you, as it’s a hot topic in todays day and age, paired with either overly positive or overly negative stigma. My goal with writing this blog is only to express MY truth with working in the industry, and how it has affected my life and personal growth.
But let’s start at the beginning… how the hell did I even end up in this industry?
Here is a bit of background on who I am:
I grew up in a very religious yet extreme abusive household. Yelling, cursing, hitting and much more occurred in my home on a weekly basis, if not a daily basis. Justification for this behavior came straight from the bible, and as a child fearing an eternity in hell, who was I to debate against the parents I was taught to respect? So of course when I had the opportunity to go off to college, I made sure to chose a school far enough away that I didn’t even have the opportunity to live at home. I went to a private christian university, which proved to be one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made financially. University didn’t work out for me, as I was victim to sexual assault and the school decided to cover it up to protect their reputation. I had to move back home.
I lived there again for about a year, being subjected to verbal abuse almost daily. At this point I decided to take a risk, and do something my friends and I always joked about doing but never imagined any of us would do… I became a stripper. I told my mom I was working a late night shift at the retail store I was at doing inventory, and I brought a change of “clothes” and went straight to the club. My audition went well, although I don’t remember what I did as I blacked out from nerves when I was on stage. And in turn this allowed me to move out of my family home in just 3 months, and get my own car. I worked at a couple of clubs, as well as a bikini bar in a bit of a seedier area than I would have liked. Although I enjoyed making good money and meeting interesting people in the industry, it was time to make a change after about a year of working in the sex industry. It just wasn’t for me, especially long term.
One day I went to go pick up some weed, dressed in the usual “patient” garb. A messy bun, a hoodie, Ugg boots and pajama pants. I was clearly ready to get baked out of my mind. What I wasn’t prepared for was for my life to change forever. I asked if they were hiring, and told me to email my resume and a “selfie, no filter please!” to ensure I wasn’t too ugly to do my job well. I got called for an interview! I went back to the shop (no pajama pants this time) and nailed my interview. I was officially in what I thought was going to be my “big break” of my career.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the insane ride that has been my cannabis industry career. Late nights, early mornings, arrests, robberies, and life threatening situations were not on my “dream career” list. But it was something I was willing to subject myself through “for the cause,” and to see if this up and coming industry would be fruitful for me as well.
These are my stories, and they are true stories. Whether you as the reader choose to believe them, that is up to you! And I wouldn’t blame you for questioning the reality of these stories either. But they’re true, and my need to document them has finally taken control of my ability to hide them from, well, pretty much everyone. So if you chose to read my blogs from here on out, prepare for a bit of a bumpy ride.
And please…feel free to smoke before hand. You might need it.
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