Like a lot of you nice people out there, I work for peanuts. Like
you, I've got nothing against an honest day's work. If we all lived
in peace and harmony and treated each other with dignity and respect
like happy utopian comrades, then you'd hear nary a gripe out of me.
But we all know that's just not how things work. Most of us are just
disposable cogs. So next time you're filled with self-loathing for
working like a slave and letting yourself get kicked around for a
few pennies, try a few of my
tips.
(I wish I'd kept the weekly all-caps 30-pt. emails
that Mike Levy would send whenever I didn't put my coffee cup or water
glass away. They were a real treat. Apparently magazine publishers
have a lot of time to skulk around the office nights and weekends
documenting who puts their glasses in the sink and who doesn't.)
Back in 1999 (good lord, I had no idea it was that long ago; but I just looked it up), I was canned from my last real job (Thanks, Texas Monthly!),
which was actually 2 jobs after I wrote this. Now I'm the boss of me,
but the advice still applies.
c o n s u m e
I'm feeling froggy, so... $10/under:all S girly Ts, all unisex Ts, boxers, DHcon tote, towels, mugs; also on sale:glassware &
hoodies;
plus the 2007 Datebook!
