by Drew Clark
30 Aug 2012 12:55 (updated 10 Aug 2013 18:13) | 0 comment(s)
I've said it before, and I'll say it again….
I HATE THIS JOB.
Contacts don't show. I get to write shitty made up stories about mermaids in the Hudson, and how to make a deal with the devil.
This.
Job.
Is.
Crap.
To top that all off? Some fucking idiot puked on me last night. PUKED!! My shoes were ruined in the East River, my jacket had to take an impromptu bath in it to get the man's vile vomit off of me.
And wouldn't you know my god damned luck? A gorgeous woman shows up at that point, and I smell like a public bathroom in a dive bar.
It's time to start sending out CV's again. Worst case, I might be able to get a job as a research assistant for some nutty professor at one of the colleges.
