Deep thoughts

I sat at a campus-job interview earlier today. I got the job, but only because I showed up and had combed my hair. The guy who hired me wore sneakers with his Dockers and had a grease stain on the lower portion of his shirt, where his belly was about to protrude. I was not proud of my new job.

But then I started to think of my options. I don't have the guts to sell crack, and in this competitive marketplace, my resume is overwhelmed by people who are smarter, harder-working, and more ass-kissing than I.

So, I guess I am proud of my new job.