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When I was a moderate weed user in my early 20s, I blew what could have been a dream gig at a stereo store. Manager called me up and wanted to interview me, wanted to know if I could come in right then for a quick interview, purely a preliminary, he assured me, since my ap looked so good. I'd just lit up and couldn't think of an excuse that didn't sound like a lie, so I said sure and decided to go for it. The interview went well, I remember thinking, until the guy wrapped things up by saying, "Well, nice to meet you, and I'll let you know. But tell me one thing--are you always so laid back?"
I guess the manager didn't like "laid back" stereo sales clerks. I never got a call.
Damn evil weed!
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