responsibility treats
so, i got a job or whatever. i start working sometime next week, i guess. johl got me a job working with him as a painter. anybody that knows me also knows how fucking lazy and unmotivated i am, so this should be a fun little social experiment on myself at the very least. but it pays really well and it's a job that can actually turn into a career. plus, i wouldn't be dealing with the general public like in a dead end retail job in a mall somewhere. the downsides are having to wear white painter dickies and a plain white shirt and having to go in there knowing absolutely nothing about painting. fuck, what-the-fuck-ever.