Wait. That blows. But, it does involve a 40 percent discount and possibly not having to live on the street!
But before I jump back into working for the man, albeit a very well-organized one (the offer was for The Container Store, which was pointed out to me by a friend that, indeed, were I to end up on the street, I'd have one hell of a nice box to live in), for now I'll be working on my writing angles, taking daytime naps and MEETING GREENMAN!
No, seriously! He jumped into the Chesapeake Bay outside of Annapolis, Md., as part of the Polar Plunge on Saturday, which involved a lot of hippies diving into ice-cold water
But regardless of any irony or my own forgetfulness, this was still a pretty sweet event to perceive. I mean, how often does one get to see Greenman in swim trunks chillin' (literally, it was effing cold) with a polar bear?
In my mind, however, it all went a little bit like this:
Wait, why did I get fired again?
And let's go ahead and obnoxiously keep talking about that. You may have noticed something a little different about the upper righthand corner of this blog. Since my source of income is going to be a bit spotty for a while, I'm in the process of adding ads to this priceless (read: worthless) site in the hopes of shoring up my bean situation. While my account processes, Google has slapped up some not-for-profit placeholder, but in 1-2 days (they tell me), I will have some sort of "relevant" ad that people can click on, which will accrue me some cash money. Like, 10 cents. What can I say? I'm an entrepreneur. Well, in 1-2 days, that is. Uh, tight?