the shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
okay, so for the second time in four days, i convinced someone that i am worthly of employment. yep, kids, i got a jorb at ye olde republic of bananas (er, banana republic, if you will). can you say "discounted merchandise"?!?!? i'm psyched. as is leslie. she just uses me for my employee discounts. and my good looks. bah!
yes, this latest venture is the third, count 'em, third job that i now have (four if you count my non-paying gig at TMT). but two of them are part-time, and one of those is an internship...so does that really make me a workaholic? or, rather, someone who has identified my needs (music, clothing, foodstuffs, postage (!!!!)) and sought out occupations that can satisfy said needs? brilliant i say, effing brilliant!
i decided that being broke is cramping my style...namely in the show-going department. but now i have to actually find time to go to shows! aww crap. what have i done?!?!
yes, this latest venture is the third, count 'em, third job that i now have (four if you count my non-paying gig at TMT). but two of them are part-time, and one of those is an internship...so does that really make me a workaholic? or, rather, someone who has identified my needs (music, clothing, foodstuffs, postage (!!!!)) and sought out occupations that can satisfy said needs? brilliant i say, effing brilliant!
i decided that being broke is cramping my style...namely in the show-going department. but now i have to actually find time to go to shows! aww crap. what have i done?!?!



