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Friday, March 07, 2003

So. I filled out an app on Wednesday and interviewed for a job today.

The entire time during the interview, my inner five year old stamped her feet. But I don't WANNA... she cried. I like having carefree days and laidback nights. I like having the time to read and see movies and hang with friends. I like my life!

And then I said to my inner five year old, Dude. Remember last summer? Remember when I almost let you DIE, along with all shreds of self-respect and financial well-being?

That shut her up pretty good. And I kept on smiling...

I'm now the proud employee of a video store. I'll be working two days a week, on top of the work I already do on campus -- but it shouldn't be too bad.

And unlike the campus job, I know this one will exist after graduation.

I'm not going to be unemployed again. Ever.

Well, ever's a hard term. Maybe not ever. But certainly not this summer. Certainly not if I can do something to prevent it.

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