Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Dead in my tracks

Here is the best way to stunt my productivity.

Casually mention the fact that the paycheck sitting on my desk is my last one. Tell me I’m welcome to stay around and intern (for absolutely free!) as long as I would like. Ask if I’ve thought any about getting a real job. Laugh when I admit that the mere mention of finding permanent, legitimate work sparks ulcer-like abdominal pain and tears gushing with Niagara force.

AND THEN BRING UP THE SUBJECT, AGAIN, AN HOUR LATER.

4 comments:

Stace said...

Painful!!!

slow poke kate said...

awwww hang in there!!

ropedncr said...

a lot of people are praying for you to get the kind of job you deserve (of course that scared the shit out of me when someone said that to me) :-)

Mrs. Architect said...

Yowsers. That sucks. I'm sorry to hear that!

 
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