My father caught my smoking weed at the back of the house at 16 after I had finished a shift at 0300 glass collecting in a local nightclub. He looked pissed and said we'll talk in the morning. The next morning he sat me down and said he smoked weed until I was three years old.
His advice was.
"smoking weed is fun and can help you relax but you must always remember that there's more to life and weed may stop you from seeing that, stop you from doing the important things in life, so don't let it become your entire personality."

[–] Thebular@lemmy.world 3 points 8 hours ago

Seems like a good dad. I'm a line cook so I used to smoke a lot. I've cut WAY back and am definitely enjoying shit more now. Nothing against people who smoke a lot, it was just a bit too much for me.

It's pretty pervasive in the restaurant industry. I had a chef who asked me to help him move his Hobart mixer back to his house. Damn thing weighed around 200 lbs, and hauling it into the bed of my truck was a pain in the ass. When we get it back to his house, he proceeds to light up a bong, offer me a hit (I declined, never smoke and drive) and then he decided to pay me in a ton of weed he had grown.