After two bloody years of searching, I am FINALLY employed. It is not a good job. Like most work options available to English majors, it's minimum wage to start. I'm going to be a "Pizza Ambassador" (much like a Subway "sandwich artist") for a pretentious pizzeria. But, whatever. I'm tired of sending in those stupid cover letters and pretending to scan the Jobs section for listings I know I'll never get with my lack of a work history. I will be the most Shakespeare-aware pizza maker they've ever had. I will be more than a Pizza Ambassador; I will be the pizza Henry Kissinger. Only I won't firebomb Cambodia.
I've also had a celebratory strawberry margarita, hence my buoyant attitude, and some chuletas rojas from Plaza Tapatia. Oh, and I got like two dozen DVDs and a bunch of old video games for free today, and I didn't have to defraud any customer service people. Yaaaay!
I've also had a celebratory strawberry margarita, hence my buoyant attitude, and some chuletas rojas from Plaza Tapatia. Oh, and I got like two dozen DVDs and a bunch of old video games for free today, and I didn't have to defraud any customer service people. Yaaaay!
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