I sell over priced antiques to rich ****ers with poor taste. And I don't even get comission. Woo.

Were it not for my little sprint across town during rush hour I dunno if I'd be able to motivate to go at all. At least my boss is chill, the pay is steady and I just got a raise. If I'm still doing this in 2 years im going back to school.

Aint. life. GRAND.

yep.

*sigh* (back to beer)