July 10, 2001 at 5:26 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
Now hear this. When I grow up I need to work in a cluttered, colorful place full of conversation. I can’t be alone in a gray box all day. And it has to be a laid-back place. Sometimes I just sit back and stare into nothing, and I must work in a place where that’s acceptable. It also must be acceptable to: Call my mom, munch on Reese’s Pieces constantly, listen to music (with headphones) and wear sneakers. I must also be paid enough to cover $250 a month in student loan payments. That is all.