The Fucked Up World We Live In
Shit, how can you even think/talk/care about the little things when things are seriously blowing up, your Aunt Nira has lived through 9 wars in her life, your cousin just had a baby in Tel Aviv, wars loom larger than ever. Its so hard to not walk to work, through a polluted haze (in a hot halter top, mind you) and not feel overwhelmingly terrified and paralyzed.
Then you get into your groove, bitch about work, gossip, plan Jane's bachelorette party, plan Nick's going away party and sort of forget about it.
Speaking of trivial matters -- I'd like to configure my life in a newer, shinier, money making capacity.
I look at the move from the non-profit arts world to the For Profit Corporate (?) world as analagous to a move into prositution.
Change of wardrobe. Better money. Selling. Gross executives. A bit of discomfort.
My move will be to Midtown versus Nevada.
I'm beginning my search this Wednesday. Time to get paid my worth, at least for now, and see if it does equate to $2000/hour, like the gals at the Ranch.
Then you get into your groove, bitch about work, gossip, plan Jane's bachelorette party, plan Nick's going away party and sort of forget about it.
Speaking of trivial matters -- I'd like to configure my life in a newer, shinier, money making capacity.
I look at the move from the non-profit arts world to the For Profit Corporate (?) world as analagous to a move into prositution.
Change of wardrobe. Better money. Selling. Gross executives. A bit of discomfort.
My move will be to Midtown versus Nevada.
I'm beginning my search this Wednesday. Time to get paid my worth, at least for now, and see if it does equate to $2000/hour, like the gals at the Ranch.
posted by No Longer Active at 1:57 PM
1 Comments:
I'd pay $2,000 an hour for you. Now you'll just have to find somebody who has $2,000!
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