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I have taken an additional part time job, in hopes of making better use of at least a part of my time.
As a person who hasn’t worked a “real” job in years, and whose last “real” job was teaching snot-nosed undergraduates how to write a finely-honed, five-paragraph essay, I have to ask; is it true that about a third or more of those people with “jobs” are actually sitting with their thumbs up their asses for eight to ten hours a day?
She did not appreciate the seven-dollar twenty five cent an hour offer he put on the table, but she did like his ass, the way those pants hung, the way that watch fit; and the smell of him.
is posted a job listing for an art teacher at an elementary school just three miles from my house, on this the last day of the in-district transfer period, and i figure that some kind fellow has just bettered herself while simultaneously moving out of my way just as if i’d planned it all.
New job starts tomorrow.
But with not a whole lot to lose and a seething hatred of my current vocation combined with a dash of a pathological love for due diligence, I thought sure, I could be a school bus driver.
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