I’m having lunch and I’m fully engaged in a job search that has proven fruitless.
When my lunch is over, I will resume the search with what little time I have left. The pizza pit awaits, where I will spend the next four hours making slave wages. Excuse me. Wages that barely justify someone of my education, experience and skill level.
Today’s high is going to be 6 degrees. It will get down to a numbing 1 degree a little later this afternoon.
To those who are enjoying their brief period of refueling, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: Pizza rolls? Half an apple? Cheetos? That’s peasant food! The lunch that I just ate costs more than what you make in a year!