One very short story
The extremely short version of why I am home from summer camp early, and now have to look for a job in a car with no air conditioning* while the heat index is 80. Centigrade:
My boss was a fuck and I was being paid 3 dollars an hour.
* more accurately, I am looking for a job WITH an A/C-less car. It would be even shittier if I was looking for a new job inside of a broken car.
So today I will start with bookstores and slowly make my way down the job foodchain until I get hired somewhere. Not that bookstores are at the top of the job foodchain or anything. What would be at the top of the job foodchain? hmmmm. Professional nap taker. Minister of delivering well needed kicks to the groin. Licensed receiver of being cooled by virgins gently waving palm fronds at you, and maybe eating some grapes right off the stem, but only if your Excellency feels like it.
My boss was a fuck and I was being paid 3 dollars an hour.
* more accurately, I am looking for a job WITH an A/C-less car. It would be even shittier if I was looking for a new job inside of a broken car.
So today I will start with bookstores and slowly make my way down the job foodchain until I get hired somewhere. Not that bookstores are at the top of the job foodchain or anything. What would be at the top of the job foodchain? hmmmm. Professional nap taker. Minister of delivering well needed kicks to the groin. Licensed receiver of being cooled by virgins gently waving palm fronds at you, and maybe eating some grapes right off the stem, but only if your Excellency feels like it.
posted by Bluebeard at 9:40 AM
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