I’m not so badass at work. Honest. To make up for my two lackluster p/t jobs that should total 20 hours/week each, but instead total a whopping 7 when I’m lucky, I have job opportunity for yet another, perfect, part-time, work-at-home, flexible position. This opportunity is not going to assist the college fund, or even help buy a banana suit, but it’s such a perfect fit I had to apply,
J.O.B.
I got a job. The kind where they pay you on a regular basis with a check that clears and a boss and an email and responsibilities and for christssake I may get a business card. I shit you not. Okay. So edit me. Censor me. I GOT A JOB! Can I tell you that since my last pity-party-posting, I have applied to 77 jobs I could do easily, and