Today I worked outside in the freezing ass cold for 5 hours. By “work” I mean I wandered around waiting to be told to do something at an off-grounds Museum event. They had me there to “do face painting” which is rediculous because I am about as talented at face painting as a dead squirrel is at dodging those oncoming lights. Whatever. The people at this event were all high schoolers who wouldn’t come near us and our lame array of paint even if Justin Timberlake was dancing naked on the table throwing out hundred dollar bills like confetti and looking for a prom date.
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| (As a side note, please enjoy this image I found of said Justin Timberlake. If you are Justin Timberlake, I apologize, and please don't take it personally, but you look freaking rediculous.) |
Lame.
Now I’m sitting around trying to suck up every second of the non-working weekend I can before I find myself pounding my forehead against the computer monitor in my office on Monday, yelling at it for outsmarting me in my attempt to open my email.
I love my job. (No, really, they bring us snacks.)
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