A.T. LaMorte, Reno Gazette Journal Opinion Published 10:39 a.m. ET Nov. 27, 2018
A large, state-of-the-art cannabis factory is officially up and running Wednesday, April 11, 2018 in the desert east of Reno-Sparks. Andy Barron, RGJ
This June 28, 2018, photo shows one of the marijuana grow rooms Exhale Nevada in Las Vegas.(Photo: K.M. Cannon, AP)
Getting my current job happened completely by random chance: A regular at the coffee shop where I worked overheard me complaining about my job and offered me a better one.
That job happened to be in the cannabis industry.
One year later, this job has become the best job I’ve ever had. I cannot claim to have weathered the storm of transition from medical to recreational, but I had the honor of being present at several early budtender parties. I saw the beginning of this now-booming industry right as it gained enough momentum to burst into completely legal bloom, and those people I met and lived among shone like angels.
Angels run ragged, that is. Overworked and underpaid, yes, but wildly passionate about both the industry and cannabis itself. Willing to be run ragged, gray with exhaustion, yet glowing with the inner luminescence of the True Believer. I saw people leave well-paying jobs, eager to share their own personal knowledge with no fear of criminal charges.
What the change from medical to recreational had taught them — us — was that infrastructure would be needed. And nothing can be more exhausting than building infrastructure for the