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I wake up in a state of panic when I realize I'm two weeks into the summer and don't have a job yet. For the first two weeks I've been like a nervous 65-year-old fresh out of retirement. I've gone around and fixed pretty much everything in the house and tightened just about every screw we own. But I'm running out of things to stick my screwdriver into, slam my hammer against or otherwise make innuendo. I really want to work. This must be the way some women feel when that "have a baby" buzzer goes off. The words I heard at that shabbat dinner about work become more and more resonant all the time. I need to find something productive to do with my time or I'll go crazy
Luckily I check my email and Burnt Orange Productions wants me as a PA for the whole summer.
WOOOMOTHAFUCKINOOT!
Luckily I check my email and Burnt Orange Productions wants me as a PA for the whole summer.
WOOOMOTHAFUCKINOOT!