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.


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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