Thursday, March 29, 2012

Not a fungusy armpit in sight

Remember that one job I had where angry parents would call me up just to say mean things to me because their hoodlum child got in trouble for bringing a gun to school?  Or that other job where I had the daily struggle of making sure there was enough money in the bank account so the IRS wouldn't close the place down?  Or that one job where I had to pull on people's ears all day and once had to ultra-sound a fungusy spot on a man's armpit?

Well, today at my new job I spent the majority of the time chatting with the students and eating taco salad.  I finished the day with a round of ping-pong.

I feel like I should be high-fiving people all day long.

5 comments:

Brooke Taylor said...

Yay! I might be hanging out with you soon!

Mariah said...

Awesomest job ever! Especially when you give comparisons to your others. Yuk!

Rach said...

You were made for this job. You're living the dream, my friend.

Valerie said...

Congratulations?

Also, you've had some weird jobs.

Chris said...

It's a step closer to your elegant life of leisure.