I’ve known all along that I’m in the wrong line of work, but today I saw something that perplexed me—I saw a contractor wearing Seven for All Mankind jeans. There he was, unloading lumber and other manly supplies, when I noticed the familiar squiggle on his back pockets. How much money do you think this dude is making? He’s earning at least enough money not to care that his designer jeans are in jeopardy on the job! Some great hammering calamity could occur and these jeans may be damaged permanently. I am saddened that I am more worried about his designer duds than he is!
Today was better than most, but at the same time a big headache. I went to the doctor this morning, so I got to play hooky from work until about 2 PM. I ate lunch with the BF at my favorite sushi place. I was telling Notorious M.A.G. that I want to wrestle in their house dressing—it’s that good. All good things have to come to an end, of course, so I went to work and got some stuff done. My coworker talks to me like I’m his shrink sometimes. Too bad he’s not paying me the fee!
Hot jobs to consider, ladies:
- Mental Health Professional
- Pro-Dressing Wrestler