I swear I'm not dead
Although I only ever "work" about once or twice a month at my event assistant gig, it's the sweetest job ever. I started out the night having a friendly conversation with a smartly dressed grad student (I think he may have been hitting on me, but I can never tell) who gave me a cookie, then attended the slide show/lecture given by a tiny and beautiful lady who pronounced all of the French words in her pretty little accent, and then ended up leaving at the end of the night with a huge chunk of herbed goat cheese, a piece of brie, and two bottles of wine. Super sweet.