Smoking at work

Anybody got any good stories about going work or getting stoned at work?

I work at a theatre, and have smoked with some coworkers on the roof and then just chilled and ate popcorn, nothing to exciting, until my boss walked in and started asking me a bunch of questions about shit that happened through out the day, i just sat in my chair and avoided eye contact as much as possible then finally hes like "did you go get stupid while i was gone?" i tried denying it, found out he was cool with it and he came over and smoked a bowl at one of our houses, it was his fourth day at our theatre and he was already smoking with us, pretty damn cool in my view,


anyways anyone else got work stories

bro do i have some stories for you ...
shortstory...
i started a new job and within 2 days i was at the boss's house at lunch times
5-7 of the boys from work crowed round the stove fuckin spots on hell yer...
then we invented the water spotil witch is a water bong that u smoke spots through
holy shit we'd get so blazed that we couldnt open our eyes and drive bak to work then struggle through the afternoon tilll our next sess at 6

Was at work an my supervisor is a **** so i couldnt smoke anywhere where she might catch me so i went through theses bushes n found a lil grassy bit so i sat there blazed n ate my lunch light another j an turned round to see i was sittin in the grounds of the poilce station how they never seen me ill never know got outa there fast as possible which wasnt really probably that fast

Stoned at work?
A little background first
I have been smoking for 35 years. Every day. At work. At home. On weekends, on Holidays. In my car. At the dining table. In the living room. As time passed it took something above average to make the neural connection. Then I did someone a favor and I had unlimited access to some White Widow from Dutch Passion seeds and I could smoke to my hearts content.
From 1998 to 2002 I was the saw man for a commercial construction
project and started every morning with fine coffee and a Lucky Strike sized
smoke of the kindest kind. After I got â??readyâ?� I would drive to the construction site. This was one of those deals where I owned the company, knew the owner of the building, we were off the main road, and he smoked too. When I left for work I made sure to bring at least three more joints as I had to get the owner stoned and there were up to six workers on site.
One morning, as I leaned over the (very dangerous ) table saw, one of the carpenters asked for a smoke. We sat down on the ground floor and I fired up one of my â??spareâ?� smokes. As we finished the carpenter was not as talkative as usual so I asked if he was OK? He said he was fine. I asked if he was stoned enough or if I needed to light another one. He stared at me and asked how I was able to run the saw without getting hurt and make all the cuts the first time. No problem I told him, lots of practice.
The helpers were no better, we would be up in a basket thirty feet in the air and I would break out the joint. Two or three puffs and they were done. The owner was another matter. He was a constant smoker, five to eight times a day. He didnâ??t like my stuff because he wanted to nap afterwards.
Before you get the wrong idea, my sons smoke this stuff all the time and they can handle it. When my #2 son was on site most people stayed away from us while we were on break.
I do have one strict rule: if I am operating heavy equipment that day NO WEED until I got home. That might be 8pm or so but it is no problem. Heavy equipment is dangerous to other people so I need to be very very careful.
At the moment I work sober because of the random wizz quizâ??s. After I make some money Iâ??ll start another business and live the way I want to.

dude the majority of my first times i smoked at worked

I work as a cashier at a grocery store. During breaks me and one of my buddies would go out into to parking lot and burn one in my car. I think I was actually a lot better with customers when I was stoned...
at least I think I was, hehe

omg ppl i usto work @ a video store with my friends the place we bascially ran it because we would work then night shifts 5-10 pm n the manager would work the 9-5 shift n then go home to philly so we had the store like every night to ourselves n we had the keys there was many times were one of us would goto the back room wit a frined or so n light it up in the back room while one of us would take care of the customers man there was times where i couldnt fuckin focus n give the customers the right videos or games lot of times when we had no place to smoke we would goto the store like aroun3 in the mornin n smoke some bowls in the back and eat all the food in the store it was so fuckin great i miss that job it was the greatest :)

I've had to many jobs to tell all my stories but I will share just a few.

1) I worked at a Resort on a lake. I was the dock boy. Every morning I would arrive very stoned and have to clean the showers for the over night boaters to use. One morning I was cleaning the shower when an 80 year old man walked in. He looked at me ONCE and knew I smoked. My eyes where clear as ever because I don't like people thinking I'm just some stoner because I didn't put in eye drops. Well this guy sat down in a chair took off his shoe and pulled a joint out. I was trippin. He said "I know you smoke so do you mind if I do?" What was I going to say, No. I kept cleaning until he finally said "Well are you comeing over here to hit this or am I to old to smoke with." I laughed a lot and smoked with him. Come to find out he was a head guy for a news network you might know. ABC. He was a top dog that retired and got a sail boat so he could cruise down to jamacia (spellings off). That joint was one of the most memorible jays for me. Crazy old man. I hope he's doing good.

2) After leaving the dock work I tried the hotel business. I was lucky enough to be working on New Years of 2000. My boss told me that it was going to be busy but we had rooms left if I wanted to rent them out to a few friends. Well, ha ha my few friends ended up to be over 250 people from all over the small towns of Kentucky. I gave a room out to a coke head friend of mine and he said he had a gift for me since he didn't have to pay for the room. Around 1 am of 2000 I went to the room and on the desk my name was spelled out in coke. Very good night after that. Around three I was in the back office smoking a couple of joints with some friends when I looked out the window to see six cop cars and they were all comeing in. I ran to the desk and since I did some yahyo my eyes were wide open. The police walked in and everyone ran to their rooms. A few people that didn't make it were young and I got to dial their parents numbers for the police. Most where my friends and most knew what I was up to in the back. How ever the police didn't and well two days later I got fired because of the video camera's in the front. My boss didn't like seeing 250 teenagers or close to teen agers smoking pot and cigs in the front lobby.

3) While working for a pest company thay gave me my own van. My first day with the trainer before I was aloud to take the van we got into the topic of drugs. The guy told me he had stopped smoking pot because he thought the company did drug test but after a few months of not taking a drug test he was ready to start back up. In my lunch bag I had two joints rolled up. I leaned over and said "So if I had some pot you'd smoke right." He said he would so I pulled out a joint. He was terrified by the size like all women never mind. He started to smoke with me and the next thing I knew I dropped him off at a park near the next job site and he sleeped. I had to go and do the job myself with ot training. Good thing it was only spray base boards in the house and the lawn out side. Very simple job. When I came back he was passed out under a tree snorring. I had to honk the horn three times to wake him up. After that he didn't ride with me well kind of at least. I'd give him a joint and drop him off at my house while I went to do the work. Thinking that one day when I train some one I'll do the same thing. Well the job didn't last that long because of other drugs. But I'm done with those and am much happier.

Rev. Michael T
Soldier for Christ and Cannabis

I've always kept my social life, and my work life separate. My bosses at my old job knew I smoked, but they also knew I'd never come in high, so they had no problem with it. now my very first job, everyone I worked with smoked. everyone except me and the manager. I was only 14..er.. 15 at the time, but she knew everyone did and just didn't care. It was a pizzaria owned by a couple, the guy smoked and the woman didn't. so he and the dishwasher, cook, and pizza dude would go out back and blaze. Looking back, I wish I would have started smoking earlier.

I was working at a used music store (perfect grounds to find smokers), and I quickly found out that most of my coworkers smoked. But the biggest (and nicest) surprise came when I found out that my boss smoked. There's such a liberating feeling when you find out your boss smokes, and wants to smoke with you.

When he was working, we'd always close early, light some incense, and just blaze up right there in the store. It was great.

Not only did he smoke, he became my new dealer/friend. He had the best stuff. Instead of dreading work, I came to love it, especially when that boss was my boss that night. During work, the boss actually had stuff to do, so he couldn't really smoke. So me and my coworker would take a break to the bathrooms, cram into a stall (which is hard cause she's like, 300 lbs), and make the bathroom ultra stanky and smokey with our two glass pipes. It was great. We'd leave the bathroom and barely be able to walk back to the store.

Or if I decided to smoke with my other coworker, we'd end up going up to the roof, which was always a treat. We'd look over the city and smoke a few bowls. Oftentimes we'd smoke a j and then a few bowls. So we'd get pretty toasty up there.

Luckily, there are couches in the window display, so I'd sometimes end up lounging on there, grabbing a soda and watching the tv which is also in the window display. It felt kinda weird, cause my store was on a busy street and ppl would constantly be staring at me in the display cause I guess it was an odd sight. But oh well, I was relaxed. If anything, maybe it drew more customers in to see me so relaxed.

When I actually had to work, it was sometimes hard. If we smoked too much (which was quite often), our eyes would be so red and puffy, we could barely open them. And I'd feel so lightheaded it was kinda hard just to stand. It goes without saying that many, many, many CDs were misplaced because of our smoking. So if you ever go to a used music store and find Elvis in the techno section, it might just be bc of a smoker like me.