overeducated and underpaid

Aug 21, 2009 14:02

Early this morning, he charged into the clouded skies with intention. Selfless esteem costs a little less than $200 dollars. He'll pay it in manual labor (a suit and tie is necessary in effort to be hired somewhere to do some more ( Read more... )

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One of my favorite reads... gonzo_gibbie August 22 2009, 18:58:38 UTC
Hmmmmm... didn't know I'd missed an LJ summer update from July.

Good Rant. Raw and unpolished. Best way to write, actually... Diamonds in the rough. Provides pearls to polish. Thinking in thought fragments (me)

YOU. I've missed you. Thought maybe you'd ditched this quaint, but antiquated internet taco stand for the Crackberry Turnpike (alt: Expressway, Highway, Autoban... ?) Your words are best described as brazen honesty.

[ above: 'quaint' was chosen to replace 'antiquated', BUT -- then I decided to keep 'antiquated' as well -- doubling up on my descriptive adjectives ]

Is it terribly self-centered and self-absorbed of me to comment upon the decision making minutia of my own writing? Probably. Do I care? Probably not...

RE: Education. It's NOT just for job training. Knowledge helps us better find our social niche in the world; find others with similar interests; find a purpose worthy of pursuing.

My name, when I was ever so briefly in the Army, was Ed Reed. T'was a fake name I choose for reasons immensely humorous to me, and I didn't much care if others got the joke. It's like this: The Drill Sargeant screams, "What's your name, solider?" and I'm like, "Reed, sir! Ed Reed!" Because in my mind, that's what it was all about, all I ever cared about, and all I ever wanted to be... a teacher. What's it all about? #1 ED (My fake first name). Allow me to reiterate: "What's it all about?" -- RE: ED (My fake last name).

I told those clowns I didn't want to work for them full-time. I was only it part-time, as a summer job to work my way through college. Those fucking clowns! Cowboy clowns, wrestling angels down to the ground, sullying their gossamer garments in the muck, clipping their wings and locking them into gilded cages and expecting to THANKED for the hospitality extended. Gonzo suddenly bursts into sad song: "Send in the Clowns".

The above metaphor can best be understood by reading Tom Robbins' book, "Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates".

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