Two joints in, the band of males are feeling fine and Rod gets back to Tom's previous inquiry, "so Donny you got work yet or are you looking?"

All eyes drift to Donny as he focuses on who's asking, "hmm? Oh right, I was just about to tell Tom before you guys showed." Don speaks to Tom and Rod, "Yeah I got one hell of a good job and through the probation office." He turns to with a content grin to the group, "working at a legit grow-op just outside town."

"Yeah?" Rod smiles and nods considering it

"Cool gig," Jerry pats Don's shoulder, "what'ya doing here?"

"Yeah no doubt," Jeff gives Donny a look over like crazy for not just stealing it.

Giving a congratulatory thumbs-up Tom queries, "Is that the one Novo and Mike are in running?"

"You got it," Donny answers Tom first, "but Mike is sanitation supervisor." He clarifies to the group, "they won't sell it to employees. Besides it's my first week."

"Hah that figures," fittingly Tom replies to both points, "Mike was always a trashy dealer now dealing in it daily."

"Won't sell it to you?" Rod sighs, "shitty."

"Be pocketing what I could," Jeff pretends to stealthy shove pot into pockets, "yeah be my daily duty."

Donny lightly shakes the head no, "this could be a great job, with benefits. Not going to fuck it up stealing from there," he pats the pocket the pot is in, "that's why I stopped here. So I'm not tempted to steal it there. Novo cut me a check already in good faith so I can get Loril's grandma's car rollin'. Been traveling with Ray Vitte all week, guy's still late all the time."

"Hah Ray," Jeff laughs, "they actually hired that guy? Fuck, maybe I should apply there."

Understanding Rod pats Don's shoulder, "keeping he nose clean with benefits don't blame you for not wanting to get your ass fired, right away."

Feeling similarly to Jeff, Jerry quips, "no doubt eh, fuckin' Rayman, my Oma gets around quicker. Should put my name in too."

Maturing some Tom appreciates stability more, "nice to have a steady income to count on. Doesn't Loril make much off share-cropping her land out there?"

"Not in the grand scheme of life," Donny shrugs with open palms, "depends on the crop and growing season. And this season wasn't a good one. She tells me last years effort barely paid the years property taxes."

"Oh," Tom thought she'd make decent cash doing it, "heard the crops were pitiful this season. Too bad, maybe you should start pilfering herb from there save yourself some more cash."

The idea is already in Don's mind, "nah, need a steady job. Plus they said they were willing to hire Loril in the spring. So if you guys ARE interested I could let you know when it happens."

"Maybe," Jeff considers it.

Jerry's more interested in going above and beyond, "could make some serious money reselling herb to us, acquired for free."

Processing the idea the males fall silent for a moment.

With a definite shake of the head no Donny glances at the men gauging their intents, "that would be great but I'll get caught. There's too many cameras everywhere," he speaks directly to a security camera in the garage, "it's like we're being filmed on some reality TV show."

Chuckling away the guys contemplate the situation differently, Rod and Jerry wonder what slight-of-hand they could get away with. A steady paycheck with benefits working with weed has an appeal to Clay and Tom.

On the other hand Jeff inquires, "do you know where the camera's are?"

"Most," Donny having an idea what the thought is, is concerned over involvement, "you want me to help you break in or something?"

The males unconsciously agree they would and allow Jeff to continue, "ah, yeah."

Shrugging off the obvious reply Don plays along, "look I'd happily draw you out a layout and all but I ain't having no other part in it, okay."

"Yeah sure," Jeff nods with an even crazier look in the eyes, "and where's the good pot growing at?"

Again Donny can only shrug, "that I really don't know. It's only my first week. Besides I'm told the stuff there really isn't that great as most there grown their own at home. Hell I don't even know their best strain yet, they've a few dozen in different stages, some just trial batches and shit. Don't even know what any of it smokes like yet. Was tempted to try one of them booty-buds but was warned not too."

They think a strain was named getting Tom to ask for them, "Booty-bud that one of them?"

"Hah, no." Donny informs them, "sometimes little buds get away from us and hit the floor end up stuck to the bottom of the disposable booties we wear. I was warned not to smoke them cause they get stepped on so much they lose THC and gain dirt, so if smoked you only end up coughing."

"Oh," Tom laughs picturing someone try it, "I see now. Booty-bud nice one."

"I'd still giver'a'go," Jeff smiles, "sure sounds like something those hipsters would pay good money for. Some Booty-bud just a hundred a quarter, you'll luv it."

The thought of smoking trampled bud is unappealing to Clay, "ah no for this guy. How often would they get stuck there anyway? No way a bud would be left on the floor in any of your places."

"No shit," Jeff recalls dropping many buds and ground piles dropped in the past, "thank god never Labrador shit."

The Cheech'n'Chong reference gives the group a chuckle.

Donny recants his first mishap, "I figured in a clean room there wouldn't be much on the floor to step on but when snipping away sometimes the buds pop right off and onto the floor. I was so worried this one afternoon they give me the easy task of doling out the branches to trim. A boringly simply and light task got carried away placing a new bin of buds in place knocked a pound of it onto the floor."

"No way?..." The males gasp and eyes widen envisioning him being chewed out right there, "what happened?"

With a sigh Donny smiles, "I was so fucking mad at myself because they have to throw it out when it hits the floor..."

"What! NO way?" The very thought seems to bring Jeff's high mind back to earth, "They throw it out? Oh man do you have to pay for that?"

The others were just wondering as Tom nods, "really. Ah man I'd be taking that home and smoking it if that's so."

Rod's concerned some for him, "a pound too, oh-wow. Would they take that out of your pay all at once or ounce by ounce? Ah-hah."

"No actually," feeling good about things Don retrieves his pot to roll a joint, "I was so worried I'd be paying it back. All the Lead said to me was, don't do that again."

"No? Really?" Seeing a nodded reply Jeff confirms the prior invitation, "I should put my name in there. They just throw it out? Really?"

"Yeah, believe it or not," Donny sets up at the workbench to dice up and roll, "it's considered food grade so anything that hits the floor or possible contamination like bare skin it's not to be consumed and set for destruction."

"Wow a whole pound lost in one day what a waste," Jeff looks to the disappointed group, "just look at how many faces that bud could've brought joy too."

"No doubt," Rod nods along

Figuring where Jeff is going Jerry gets it out there, "yes. And if a pound is considered waste they certainly wouldn't miss an ounce or two here and there disappearing. Perhaps make a little extra cash for you and Loril."

Not even focused on them Donny knows what they're asking, "Tempting thought, I know, trust me I know already. Everything's weighed there, coming in and out of rooms. That POUND I dropped was weighed up bagged and I carried it over to Rayman to destroy. We, and this other sanitation guy were ready to say it was destroyed and smuggle it out."

"Chickened out?" Jeff assumes.

"Oh the cameras." Rod figures.

"Nah it was a pound of weight," Jerry applies intelligence, "right? They have to weigh it a pound would stand out."

Clay and Tom await the answer already figuring a combination of those thoughts.

Chopping up the herb Donny sighs, "Mike, our area supervisor walked in. We worried about the cameras after, but Ray says as long as the weight was logged onto the computer management wouldn't know any better."

"Mike? Chintzy Mike?" Jeff's confident in his assumption.

"Yeah that Mike." Donny continues to chop away.

"Bahh..." Jeff waves a wide dismissive hand, "...fuckin' guy probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Especially if cut in."

"Yeah," Donny chuckles, "I don't think we wanted him in on it anyway. The other guy, Micheal, ah Winslow I think, he tore open that bag and dumped'er' before Chintzy Mike was fully in the room."

Thrown by the second Mike distracts Jeff's thoughts, "That name sounds familiar. Like I should know him. Is he from around here?"

"Not sure," Donny pulls a paper out to fill.

"That must be it then," Jeff's eyes begin to haze over again in thought humming purple haze, which creates a smirk on Tom's face, confusion in Rod and Jerry.

Cannabis waste causes Clay to query, "how much is thrown out in a day?" The answer they're all curious of.

Rolling the paper up Don's not sure, "the one day was 750lbs. Keep in mind that's mainly leaves, stalks and roots."

The guys share awing glances to each other except Rod wanting to know, "how much of that 750 would be smokible bud?"

That Don's truly uncertain of, "depends on what you consider smoke-able. Sometimes they have to throw out rows that go moldy. Would you smoke that?"

"Ah, yeah," simultaneously Jeff and Jerry agree, "hell yeah."

The idea stirs chuckles in Rod, Clay, Tom and Donny, "bet you would."

A scheme develops in Clay's, seldom scheming, mind, "750lbs is a lot of weight where does it go? Incinerated? Recycled into paper or material?"

"No." Donny seals the joint before continuing, "gets dumped into a big waste bin to be hauled off to the landfill. Oddly so does the other waste but they separate for some reason."

"Big bin? You mean like behind a plaza? Or construction yard?" Clay's interest perks Tom up believing they have a similar idea.

Smoothing out the joint Donny turns back to the group, "construction yard size." Able to see Tom and Clay's mind scheming Donny glimpses the moment Jeff and Jerry get on the same wave length. When all their eyes drift upwards in sockets Don figures mental math is at hand, "um, are you all seriously considering taking the waste bin? It's not on wheels, well that'll help on dirt roads. The bin must weigh a ton alone how are would you plan on taking it? And as it takes time to fill the stuff at the bottom won't be much good. In fact would smell worse than before it's decay."

"What?" Rod catches on, "you guys thinking of stealing the waste instead?"

"Um, yeah." Four utter as Donny lights the joint in partial disbelief.