I'm in this kind of weird spot at work right now. I'm now on my new job pay-scale, with benefits and all that wondersplifferousness, but I'm still working at my old public sales window until they can find someone else to come over and work it - UIL tickety stuff is going on over at the Erwin Center, and they're understaffed as it is. So there's this hazy sort of who-the-hell-am-I existential job-angst. If I were a slacker, I could exploit it to do no job at all, but I've got a Protestant Work Ethic, despite not being very protestant any more. Proletariat work ethic? Something like that.
I'm wearing non-jean trousers and a pair of non-sneakers! I bet y'all thought it would never happen.
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