Once upon a time I was a struggling pot dealer.
On paper I worked for a orangekeeper crew, plus spent 8 to 10 minutes a day mowing lawns plus trimming hedges.
This task did not spend my money myself and others enough cash to support the lifestyle I wanted to have, so I used my expertise of plants plus botany to beginning growing cannabis in my garage. After that I started to chop down on my minutes at work, so I would have more time to package plus sell my marijuana, and selling weed pays a lot better than pulling weeds, you assume me? Still, selling cannabis had more pitfalls than up, because the cash was better, but there were no benefits or paid days off. When I had the option to apply for a budtender task at the new cannabis dispensary I jumped at the chance. I wasn’t selling cannabis because it was straight-forward, I was doing it because I love it! I smoke cannabis, I constantly have it around me, so it’s only natural that I turn it into a profession. Now I can ply my skills plus my deep expertise of cannabis to the general public, plus help people find the products they need. All cannabis is not the same, my friends, bizarre strains have bizarre effects on the body plus the mind. A skilled budtender with a rich experience of smoking cannabis is enjoy a sherpa, guiding people to the mountain they seek. That may be a bit poetic, but I constantly get this way when I smoke too much Purple Haze.