I need a jobby-job
So with relocation comes a halfway clean slate, which means I've come to my favorite line of questioning: What should I do with my life? Vote early, vote often... If you have any groundbreaking solutions to my career woes, feel free to use the comment field as an OTHER box.
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You can incorporate being a queen crankypants into a school janitor day job. Then at night, you're the elusive radio mistress, spinning your mystical, musical, web over your derby denizen.
So I think I've figured out how to stuff the ballot box on this one, finally.
Which job involves preventing you from ditching out on us? I realise this is getting old, but I show my love for you by whining about your upcoming relocation. Know this, and know I am fond of you.
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