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So, I have discovered the scope of my job: I will be writing the employee handbook and inmate rules of conduct for a work release facility in a redneck town in Indiana. It seems incredibly dull (because it is) but it's not that bad of a task. This job has two good things going for it:
1) It's law-related (looks good on the resume)
2) It pays me money (low wages, but that's better than no wages, or wages of fear. I don't want to die).
I'm still an asshole and I still live with my self-insulating cocoon of narcissism and sarcasm. That's never going away. Huzzah for that.
I have $8 in my checking account.
I may need to moonlight as a male stripper, collecting ones for brief glimpses of my man-thunder.
And, just so everyone knows and is perfectly clear on the rules: if you rub your ass on a man's crotch, penis will ensue.
1) It's law-related (looks good on the resume)
2) It pays me money (low wages, but that's better than no wages, or wages of fear. I don't want to die).
I'm still an asshole and I still live with my self-insulating cocoon of narcissism and sarcasm. That's never going away. Huzzah for that.
I have $8 in my checking account.
I may need to moonlight as a male stripper, collecting ones for brief glimpses of my man-thunder.
And, just so everyone knows and is perfectly clear on the rules: if you rub your ass on a man's crotch, penis will ensue.