Shunning materialism is for hippies

I've found that the rumors are true.

You really can't get jack-shit with an degree in English literature. Except of course, stuff that doesn't pay.

I've been spending a lot of time these past few months looking for a new job while still working at my current place of employment, a fairly cushy/flexible office gig that allows for things like getting drunk on Wednesday night and graduate school and writing columns for stupid websites that don't pay but give me an excuse to talk about the punk bands I saw the night before. However, it's an atmosphere of near-lacadaisical-ness (if that's a real word) that, combined with random bouts of sheer madness and last-minute deadline crunches, as well as working for genuine assholes, makes me want to take up hard drugs.

I really think I should just get over this whole gag-reflex problem I have. Because I'm nowhere near suave enough to deal drugs and get away with it, and I have too much body hair to have sex on camera.