Update — Weed in the workplace

PotMy camera-phone takes pictures on par with grainy photos of UFOs or the black speck of the Loch Ness Monster, but if you look closely, that is actual weed on the back stairway of our office-building.

The pot smell came back today with a vengeance, and again we tracked it down to the back stairway. We just missed them — the smoke lingered in the air, cigarette butts lay on the floor, and on one step, a spilled bag of weed.

When we came back, our boss told us he’d caught them — five minutes earlier he opened the door to the stairwell and found 3 early-20s types standing around smoking.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Smoking marijuana,” one guy said. Truer words, my friend. Truer words.

Our boss closed the door and that apparently scared the misguided youths away — scared them enough even to leave behind $12.63 worth of Mary Jane. The ethical question remains: what do you do when you stumble upon some weed in the workplace? (Or “free shit” as one of my coworkers called it?)

Best thing to do, I think, is take it down to the police station and turn it in, as I’m sure they will pursue our truthful pot-smokers with all due diligence.

4 Responses to Update — Weed in the workplace

  1. Pulao says:

    Best. Job. Ever.

  2. Aakaash says:

    Your office sounds like a TV show. About an Office. Where weed is found. Kris – trust you to harsh everyone’s mellow…
    So, besides immortalising it in a razr-sharp image, what did you do? Did you turn it in? Were the cops nice? Did you get a cookie?
    mmmmmmm … cookie…

  3. Kris says:

    Man, I hate how the truth ruins a good blog post.

    The thing is, although the ruffians were, by their own admission, “smoking marijuana,” and by the state of the stairwell, apparently left in a mighty hurry, they didn’t actually leave any pot behind (would you?).

    Upon closer inspection (ahem . . . as I was preparing to take the evidence to the police), the pot turned out to be non-wacky tobaccy, presumably from a hollowed-out blunt (that means cigar in rampaging-youth speak).

    I was, of course, relieved not to have to dispose of any illegal substances; relived, and not sad.

    What’s worse is, after our boss scared them off, the office again smells like the stale sandwiches from the sandwich shop downstairs, and lacks the soothing smell of marijuana.

    I think I’ll go home early today. This place is BORing.

  4. Anirban says:


    Grrr…must resist attempt to comment further…at work…shouldn’t be taking time out to read blogs…damn…need new job.
    You guys hiring?

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