I got a job, guys. A real job. With a commute. And voicemail. And union representation.
Oh, and paychecks.
I'm still trying to decide if it's worth it.
I mean, sure I like the dental insurance. And the ability to make payments on my student loans. And our new bed, which is large enough to fit both of us on it at the same time without having to resort to positions reminiscent of the more nightmare-ey pages of the Kama Sutra.
But also, they make me wear pants.
It's really a toss-up.
