Oh god. I have the worst fucking holiday job in living memory. I won't go into details, because you'd probably all fall off your chairs laughing. But suffice to say, I'm in a race against time to get as much work as I can before they invent a robot that can do my job more efficiently.

After reading a Hunter S. Thompson biography, I have been somewhat inspired to write some freelance articles, so I think I might have a brainstorming session then fire off some pitches to various outlets. Cause, y'know, my writing is more witty and entertaining than half the shit that gets printed, right? Well... even if I get shot down at each turn, the effect will still be 1000 times less demeaning than my current employment.

*crawls into corner to sob*