I’m taking a break from writing two papers. The instructions my professor gave are nonsensical and I’m struggling to follow them. When I discussed them with a friend (who is a psych major) she questioned whether he even has a psych degree!
Although going back to school and working full time is hard I have to remind myself this is my way out the cubicle. So it might take twenty years before I have enough credits to transfer to a university, I’m on my way. When things get tough I remind myself it could be worse, I could have one of these jobs…
*Certified Colon Hydrotherapist
*Crime Scene Clean Up
*Embalmer
*Hot Dog on a Stick (oh the uniforms!)
*Peepshow Booth Mop Up Person
*Porta Potty Cleaner and Transporter
*Santa, or Easter Bunny, helper at the mall
*Telemarketer
farm animal masturbator?
Exactly.
I used to work at a liquor store in Louisville, and this guy who came in all the time was a dead animal salvager. In other words, he scraped road kill off of Kentucky’s highways and interstates. Yes, it could be worse.
or you could fast track it to wal-mart greeter, and just skip the major career beforehand!
I used to work at a hot dog on a stick place on the boardwalk when I was in high school. It was called Dip-Stix.
Shut up.
Is anything worse than peep show mopper? Oh, right, telemarketer.
I have done telemarketing, direct sales of tanning lotion to tanning salons, and delivered pizzas. Sitting at a desk all day is worth the headaches.