Well don’t I win the award for Miss Cheerful 2010… Not.
(Sorry. Couldn’t resist a statement of “not” after watching Borat again the other night.)
The good news is that today I found a job. The bad news is that I’m pretty much back to my undergraduate days working in retail. I’m not thrilled. Although at least I won’t be left homeless for the time being, that is unless I lose my temper with a customer and get fired, or quit because of my recently untapped yet limitless supply of retail intolerance.
I know, I know. I am, in fact, grateful. My new boss appears to be a nice person, unlike the last one. (Devil woman. Evil. Evil. Evil.) Yet I can’t help but to be a little frustrated by the fact that even though I’ve spent the last bazillion years of my life at university and getting great experience in interesting jobs, on Monday I’ll be starting work at a handbag and travel goods store as an Ass Man Assistant Manager. Please note the caps in my title. And as a bonus, I’ll even let you call me Dr Ass Man after I get official word on my PhD.
So what does this have to do with running? Not much. But I guess it does mean I can afford to get that hip surgery I so desperately need. Thrilling.
Anyone who has ever told me that with my CV I’ve got it made is going to get a nasty letter from me. My arse the financial crisis is over. My arse.
I’m going for an angry, painful, hip-hating run now.
February 25, 2010 at 4:11 am |
I have never been so happy to hear you are going to let someone cut you open. Do you at least get a good discount at the shop?
March 4, 2010 at 11:54 pm |
No clue who you are. I came here because of a comment you left on a blog written by a friend of mine. Felt compelled to tell you that ‘Dr. Ass Man’ wins the prestigious honor (or, honour, as it seems you would appreciate that more) of being the first thing that made me laugh out loud today. Thanks.
That is all.