I've been eating a lot of hot dogs lately, and washing them down with old lemonade from a 5 gallon cooler. Like my meals, my summer has been pretty consistent. Some days I'll be productive, some days I just stay home and think up plans for building a better minnow trap. Yeah, my life is pathetic right now.
Now that my first semester at Baylor is over, it's time to move on to the next best thing; a job. I've been searching everywhere and applied to every part-time position I can think of that will comply with my fall schedule. So far, I haven't received a single call from any of the places I applied to; which begs the question, why put up an ad for a job if they're not gonna hire? So I'm thinking I may have to stoop down to the bottom of the bucket of chicken, where all the fried bits of nothingness rests in a puddle of peanut oil that nobody wants to eat. I try to avoid the food service industry, given my experience of working in a grocery store and a short stint I had packing tomatoes in boxes. But it seems that it's the only option that's left. Perhaps if I find a job at a pizza place or Wing Stop, the leftover food at the end of the day may help me feel better about the situation.
That's all I'm up to right now. Peace out.
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