Politics
Dear Sarah Palin, Vice-Presidential nominee,
Regarding this exchange here:
Katie Couric: "... A lot of our viewers and Internet users wanted to know why you did not get a passport until last year. And they wondered if that indicated a lack of interest and curiosity in the world."
Palin: "I'm not one of those who maybe came from a background of, you know, kids who perhaps graduate college and their parents give them a passport and give them a backpack and say go off and travel the world. Nooo, I've worked all my life."
Yeah, totally! I've worked all my life too. Like when I was in college, and I had this crappy job as a waitress, and I saved up for months so I could take my first trip to England over Spring Break. Applied for the passport all by myself, too - though I think my dad drove me to the post office.
Or like that time when I sent dozens of copies of my resume to English software companies until I landed a six-month internship in Portsmouth, and saved up more tip money for a plane ticket and a BUNAC student work visa. By myself.
Or like when I kept a dull office job for eighteen months so I could pay off my student loans and save up money to travel to New Zealand on a work visa. As in, to get a job. By myself.
Isn't work great?
Love and kisses,
Yank Abroad
P.S. I like your shoes.
Regarding this exchange here:
Katie Couric: "... A lot of our viewers and Internet users wanted to know why you did not get a passport until last year. And they wondered if that indicated a lack of interest and curiosity in the world."
Palin: "I'm not one of those who maybe came from a background of, you know, kids who perhaps graduate college and their parents give them a passport and give them a backpack and say go off and travel the world. Nooo, I've worked all my life."
Yeah, totally! I've worked all my life too. Like when I was in college, and I had this crappy job as a waitress, and I saved up for months so I could take my first trip to England over Spring Break. Applied for the passport all by myself, too - though I think my dad drove me to the post office.
Or like that time when I sent dozens of copies of my resume to English software companies until I landed a six-month internship in Portsmouth, and saved up more tip money for a plane ticket and a BUNAC student work visa. By myself.
Or like when I kept a dull office job for eighteen months so I could pay off my student loans and save up money to travel to New Zealand on a work visa. As in, to get a job. By myself.
Isn't work great?
Love and kisses,
Yank Abroad
P.S. I like your shoes.