First-person account of getting fired from a production company for the crime of possessing hand-rolled cigarettes, because they looked like joints. His ex co-workers sound like a bunch of paranoid automatons. He's lucky to have been fired, if you ask me.
Now, you may or may not know that I am a cigarette smoker. I often roll my own cigs, as I have off and on for years, especially when I'm trying to quit. The night before (Friday 2/18), I had rolled myself a couple of cigs, and smoked one before going to bed. On Saturday, there was a full rolled cig and a half smoked one on my bedside table. Apparently, Wes had seen these and, thinking they were pot, freaked out. Instead of confronting me directly, he ran out of my room to call Alison on her cell (I was oblivious to all of this, as I was sitting at a laptop with headphones on, happily editing video). Alison came back into the room and said to me: "Listen, Wes is freaking out because he thinks he may have seen a…. substance…. in your room. I told him to chill out, that it's probably just a cigarette, but I'm worried that he's going to call back to NY and make a big thing about this so we're just going to give you the afternoon off and we'll deal with it tonight after the cd is finished".