Jesuit Speaks — April Sixteenth 2001

It is at times like these that I realize that I hate my job. Yesterday I had to stay late and work for free, since I am on salary, because someone else screwed up. Not me. But it is still my fault. I really am thinking of finding a new job right about now. Until my pay check comes in next week. Then I look at the ridiculous amount of money I am being paid for what I do, and it is all better. I am a yuppy sell-out. How did this happen? The tatooed, gum chewing freak that I am, and I am a yuppy sell-out. Oh well it could be worse, I could be driving a station wagon, taking the kids to little league.