4:08 p.m

School today was totally non-descript, so I'm going to ramble about something else. In going with that theme, today's edition of Jujubes will be entitled:

X's QUEST FOR A JOB

or

HOW I LEARNED THAT MONEY DOES INDEED MAKE

THE WORLD GO ROUND

Along with my good friend M (the one with no sense of direction), we calculated that university life is going to be a hefty load to bear in terms of finances. I won't go into details ('cause I've forgotten most of them), but the basic gist of our findings is that we'd be extremely lucky

if our final first-year cost lands under $10 000...and that's not including, you know, food,

clothes, and general miscallaneous stuff (although food plans might be included in residence...who knows). Anyway, the first thought that came to me was "Holy crap, I'm fucked!" my second thought was "Jesus Fucking Christ, I'm not going to eat at all

next year, am I?" and my third thought was "Well, I don't want my parents s

upporting me like my loser-ass brother, so I'd better get a job...fuck."

And thus began the Quest for the Job.

So I got my reference, I spewed a bunch of glorious crap on my resume (Six time honour roll student! Extremely responsible! Excellent team work exhibited!), and all I really need to do now is to go hand them out and play the Waiting Game. Fun. And even though money would be fantastic, I hate jobs. Really, I do. I spent my entire summer working at my mom's restaurant and, trust, hell would be more temperate. (Imagine, if you will, having to serve a party of THIRTEEN, as well as a party of ELEVEN with only two people on staff...it's Armageddon).

But yeah, I'm getting off my lazy ass, which is good, but to get a job, which sucks total monkey balls.

Employably yours

X