I was the last one out of the split room Last weekend and I had our backpack on our arm. The side pocket was unzipped. When I got out to my car, I could not find the joint that I had in the side pocket. I did not realize that the pocket was wide open as far as it could be. I started to freak out, because I thought I might have lost the joint inside of the building. I calmed myself down by smoking another fat joint and I convinced myself that there was really no way that I could have lost the Joint inside of the building. I assumed that I didn’t put the joint in that pocket or that I lost it anywhere out in the parking lot. The next morning when I got to work, our boss had a big sign in the split room saying that there was a meeting at 9:00 a.m. The meeting was due to the fact that the boss found a marijuana joint in the split room. Of course I recognize it was our marijuana joint, because I lost one Last year. I had our bin in the split room and the split room is where the boss found the recreational marijuana joint. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to admit that it’s mine and the boss can’t entirely test us for drugs because this is a state where recreational marijuana is legal! Just because I would not pass a drug test does not mean that the people I was with and I were necessarily under the influence at the job or in possession of marijuana while on the task.