I always smoke a fatty before I go for a job interview. Helps me relax and takes some of the pressure off. Then I go in to the interview very happy and smiley and they usually fall for it. Although, I smoke a fatty before I do much of anything....except go to my kids school. That is the one place I definitely don't want to be stoned!!!
I smoke a joint whilst in hospital,it kinda reacted with all the other meds I was on and i chucked a bit of a whitey,the nurses stated freaken and i was as paranoid as all shit,proberly the only time i regreted haveing a puff.
I was on Community Service, and was doing some painting at the local Po-Po...(I own a Painting Company)..and I was painting oil based paint in a stairwell...I hit my sneak a toke more than once--
My buddy gets high as hell before his job interviews, he says if they see him like that from day one they will just think that's how he always looks, and never suspect him of being high at work, lol.
its weird too cause I cant talk to my grandma stoned.. guilty conscience or maybe im afraid she'll know lol... She'd flip a bitch if she knew I was smoking lol
I'm departing Schiphol at 6am, totally wrecked. A customs officer pulls me aside for interrogation as soon as I enter the secure area. He stands very close, constantly staring directly at my eyes while he questions me. I'm clutching a small carry-on bag. The questions begin. "Whose bag is that?" "Who packed it?" "Where did you pack it?" "What was the hotel name?" etc. So I stare back and politely answer each of his questions. I'm determined not to let him stare me down. Finally the questions stop, he escorts me to the passenger area, and walks away without checking my bag.
I wasn't holding anything at the airport, so was not in any real danger. I must have looked very bad, between lack of sleep and being so lit. Strange experience, almost like a lucid dream in which some threat manifests, but you know it's not real. Afterward I boarded the plane for a quiet, uneventful trip home.