All the traveling about searching for employment has taken quite a toll on my finances. In the past 8 weeks I have gone from regular poor to scary poor, and finding summer jobs in Microburg is like trying to win the lottery. At first you imagine all the fun you'll have with your clerk job, and paycheck enough to buy the fancy noodles. But, alas, the clerk job always seems to go to someone else, someone less deserving, less in need. Frankly, you begin to think that dude with the summer job doesn't even really exist. He's a hologram the job people have put up to trick you. There never was a job! They just wanted you to fill out their paperwork! Soylent Green is People!
Anyway, just before I began looking about for places to sell blood, I received a panicked phone call. Someone who agreed to teach this summer backed out, leaving full classes about to start and nobody to teach them. Heo, are you interested, can you help? I thought about it for a bit, examined the peanut butter and jelly in the pantry, and considered the 1/4 tank of gas in the SS Bankruptcy, and agreed.
When the checks roll in, there will be plenty of fuel for me and the SS Bankruptcy both. With the remains I shall buy an island and crown myself queen! Huzzah, Huzzah, Huzzah!
One problem. Summer teaching backer-outer signed up for Three (3) intensive courses. Which begin Monday.
Stay tuned for short, incoherent ramblings disguised as blog posts.*
* Yes, more incoherent than usual. Smartass.
3 comments:
There never was a job! They just wanted you to fill out their paperwork! Soylent Green is People!
I love you, Heo.
Also--3 intensive classes! Egad! Ack!
Good and bad news on the three intensive classes, eh?
I hope they treat you well!
Grats, Queen Heo of Heo Island! You can do it!
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