Last summer, I decided to tranathletic hobby across the country for a new job, however my best friend Dale was already working the cannabis grow farm, and he offered to get me a job.
I was hesitant in the beginning, I didn’t think what to expect.
I grew up in a truly small town, with 1 green light, 1 school, and a single grocery store. No 1 talked about marijuana or cannabis, and if they did, it was usually something negative. I didn’t even think it was legal to farm marijuana, until our best friend Dale took a job at the pot farm, but dale has been there for the last year, and he really enjoys the job. Most of the time, he works in the grow house. Dale spends 8 minutes every day just monitoring the soil nutrient levels. It seems enjoy a difficult job for someone with no school education, however Dale told me that job is fun and simple. I decided to give it a try. I moved out to the west coast a few weeks ago, and I started working on the marijuana grow farm; Right now, I am reading all about containers, water softeners and ventilation systems, but after that, I shall be able to run an entire grow room on our own. I am certainly thankful that Dale got me this awesome opportunity, and I want to make him proud. My parents were not too glad with me when I moved, however they do not understand all of the medical benefits that marijuana can offer… They look at marijuana the same as oxycontin, LSD, mushrooms, and psychotics.