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Aug 15, 2005 18:28

Jobs advertising discreet/private quiet hotels just unavoidably make me crow "BROTHEL!" and laugh. This appears to be unavoidable.

A gaping maw seems to have appeared beneath my feet and caused me to apply for jobs in the rental car industry. Even if they never call me back O! how my mother will laugh to hear it. (Though, really, god knows I could do the entire spiel to a new customer for Omega and I've never worked there myself.)

I also just applied for a job handing out promotional stuff eg balloons and condoms for gaydate.ie. HOWLING WITH LAUGHTER AT THE SHEER PROSPECT.

I am so fucking desperate that it has become funny, y'know.

Also, why are there, like, NO jobs for cleaners advertised? That? I could so do.

Also, randomly, last night while trying to sleep I cracked myself up far above and beyond how funny it actually WAS over the thought of how one could totally do a dissertation on how U2slash has changed over the years, simply because I kinda wanted to be able to title something "From 'ehm, mate, you fucker' to 'coexist, bitches!': a spiritualslashy journey with U2."

free condoms!, terminally unemployed

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