I could go door to door

explaining the hidden meanings in Shakespeare

That by the way is one of the funniest jobs I’ve heard of for an English major. Usually they just say “Would you like fries with that?”

I’ve been applying for jobs this week. Last week, my boss told me I didn’t have to come to work the rest of the year and he would pay me anyway. It freaked me right out. The death and funeral took my mind off it for a while, but today I’m back to applying for jobs, writing cover letters and imagining life in parts of the country where the jobs seem to be.

Yesterday was hating on places that just gather resumes and don’t bother to actually fill positions. Oh, and I’m thinking of getting a room mate, so I’m thinking of asking these questions. I mean you never know. Oh and hey Sarah? maybe I could go live in that apartment with the cool knicknacks?