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I had a strange moment in a bar last night. I was standing at the urinal looking at myself in the mirror (urinals should not have mirrors above them) and I don't know how to explain it. It was like I was looking at another person, and I was very disapointed in them. That is the best was to discribe it, oh well I got over it.
It is great to call your new manager (Maddy), and ask if it is ok if you can smoke pot. I am use to random drug testing where I use to work. It is even more funny when your manager laughs and gives you permission. It was my oldest, and dearest friend, Erica's b-day, and the only time I ever smoke is on her birthday. We all had a good time. I also found out PBR in a bottle is damn good.