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So today after having sent off my a doomed administrative asst application-- at this point sending off job apps fills me with the same sense of frustrated despair as sending off funeral boats into the horizon or something-- I decided to look at the website of the local mega mega shopping centre to see if they need retail workers over Christmas. (The local mega mega shopping centre is actually nationally famous and, I am told from reliable sources, taught on the GCSE Geography syllabus as an example of how to completely and utterly destroy the local town, but I digress.)
So, like, apparently I could dress up as Santa's elf. For money. This Christmas. This is the career opportunity open to me after a bowel-clenchingly expensive BA. An elf. A grotto helper. Santa's elf. The worst thing is OH HOW I LAUGHED WHEN I READ THAT DAVID SEDARIS BOOK. HOW I LAUGHED.
So, like, apparently I could dress up as Santa's elf. For money. This Christmas. This is the career opportunity open to me after a bowel-clenchingly expensive BA. An elf. A grotto helper. Santa's elf. The worst thing is OH HOW I LAUGHED WHEN I READ THAT DAVID SEDARIS BOOK. HOW I LAUGHED.