I had no clue I could change the font here. Although I don't know why that never occurred to me, because you can always change the font, everywhere. Or almost everywhere. I'm pretty sure the New York Times doesn't want you going in there and mucking around with the font they use, because then the stories would appear less serious, especially if I were to change them to Curlz or something. That'd be funny. As you can see, I've chosen Courier today, which is a font I've always liked, simply because it looks like typewriter writing, and I miss typewriters.
I also miss getting paid for doing things, even though in the past, I was only ever really paid for doing things I didn't like, such as filing and answering phones and shuffling papers for people who thought they were way more important than they really were. Still, I got a paycheck out of it every two weeks. And that's true, by the way, the bit about me only doing work I didn't enjoy. Even the one and only time I worked for money in a veterinary capacity, I happened to end up working for the Veterinary field's antichrist. This is because that's how things work for me. True story! But I really do miss getting paid. I like money. I like buying stuff without feeling too guilty that it's a frivolous expense. Plus, getting paid makes one feel that they're not retarded. You know, because someone has hired them, indicating that they're probably good at something. I know, I know. I'm good at filing and answering phones and shuffling papers for people who think they're way more important than they really are.
The clinic where I'm an intern is losing a tech next week, and there's an ad up for that position on Craigslist. I would love to feel qualified enough to ask them if I could have the job, but I don't, and I'm not, anyway. Also, I don't have the time. I have come to realize that I can really only work nights, which means I am limited to working in an emergency or specialty care environment. Fortunately, this is what I WANT to do. But then that qualification thing comes up again. And then just to make it worse, there's another ad on Craigslist, for an EVENING and OVERNIGHT tech at--yes!--the veterinary antichrist's hospital. I suppose it could work if I grew used to the smell of sulphur and the feel of a trident nudging my butt.
I also miss getting paid for doing things, even though in the past, I was only ever really paid for doing things I didn't like, such as filing and answering phones and shuffling papers for people who thought they were way more important than they really were. Still, I got a paycheck out of it every two weeks. And that's true, by the way, the bit about me only doing work I didn't enjoy. Even the one and only time I worked for money in a veterinary capacity, I happened to end up working for the Veterinary field's antichrist. This is because that's how things work for me. True story! But I really do miss getting paid. I like money. I like buying stuff without feeling too guilty that it's a frivolous expense. Plus, getting paid makes one feel that they're not retarded. You know, because someone has hired them, indicating that they're probably good at something. I know, I know. I'm good at filing and answering phones and shuffling papers for people who think they're way more important than they really are.
The clinic where I'm an intern is losing a tech next week, and there's an ad up for that position on Craigslist. I would love to feel qualified enough to ask them if I could have the job, but I don't, and I'm not, anyway. Also, I don't have the time. I have come to realize that I can really only work nights, which means I am limited to working in an emergency or specialty care environment. Fortunately, this is what I WANT to do. But then that qualification thing comes up again. And then just to make it worse, there's another ad on Craigslist, for an EVENING and OVERNIGHT tech at--yes!--the veterinary antichrist's hospital. I suppose it could work if I grew used to the smell of sulphur and the feel of a trident nudging my butt.
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