Sunday, March 29, 2009

Fuck, I'm employed now.

The honeymoon of finally having a full-time job is over. Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve driven to work half an hour early, so I can sit at Starbucks, ogle beautiful women, and drip anguished tears into The Once and Future King. It’s not that I don’t want to work...well, no, I don’t want to work, but since I have to, I’d rather do something that exploits my good looks, charm, and/or writing skills. Ideas? My morals aren’t so unreachable they can’t be pulled down to pornography or fluid donation.

3 comments:

Bash said...

Welcome... feel free to look around and let me know if I can be of any assistance.

Kate said...

There are days for everyone when they don't want to do whatever it is they are doing that day (usually work). I like to think that, even though somedays I don't want to go to work, that I am doing a service and hopefully am making a small positive difference in the world!

C. Andres Alderete said...

Mr. Bash, I'll need a cup of coffee.
Kate, I'll have to work on my optimism.

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