I'm Chandler. Could I BE wearing anymore clothes?
So I have a major JOB PROB: don't have a job. And that's a prob. Seeing as how my education, valued at the bargain steal of $40,000 a year, is demanding some sort of summer employment, I am in a predicament. I hate looking for work. It's not like I could sell my artwork as Jesse has so gently reminded me. If only I could just get paid a ridiculous ammount for something silly, like petting dogs or eating ice cream. Or I could combine those! I could be a dogfood taste tester! Ah, the things I'd do for money...