Last night, my boss handed me a project.
There are grad students out there right now, I am sure, who are pondering what to focus on for their thesis or dissertation. One or more will pick this exact subject, and then they will spend months and years pouring over it all and figuring out what it means.
Me, I get 48 hours. And I just slept for 6. Damnit!
December 30th, 2008 at 6:46 am
You know, if you had months and years, you’d still do it all in the last 42 hours anyway.
So, you know, quitcherbitchin.
December 30th, 2008 at 6:52 am
Who’s bitchin? I get free food, a box to sleep in, and this damn sexy uniform to wear every day! And they’re paying me to do crazy things like this? Really? I need dad and a stack of napkins, and I could crank out a first draft over dinner….. (bwa!)
December 30th, 2008 at 3:35 pm
In lieu of dad, call Uncle Jean. They sound eerily alike. I called him Sunday night to discuss snow blowers, of all things… then disregarded his advice and bought a Toro. Oh wait, bought two Toro’s. Just doing our part to support the world economy