Does telling the morons who live below us and smoke pot and/or cigarettes all day and night to get jobs count as loving my neighbor?
I feel like an argument could be made that I’m helping them in the long run …
Sad, but true
Yup, I definitely tried to bribe my new coworkers into liking me yesterday by sharing my Gummi Bears.
It’s amazing how much the rest of life is just like fourth grade.
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The scent of something new
Well, I turned in the last paper of my graduate school career last night.
It’s official. I’m on the job hunt.
Here’s hoping that the stockpile of hotel soaps and lotions that I’ve been hoarding since I was 10 lasts until I find a real job … or at least until I make it through the interview process.
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Non-profits profitting
It’s not terribly uplifting to be looking at 990 tax forms and notice that many of these people who work for a non-profit are making what I hope to earn someday when I have a real job in not only their salaries (I’ll never make that much!), but in their annual bonuses!
Holy moly!