Well, that'll learn me

The day after posting the previous entry, about the inexplicable irony of how I am too stupid to do anything but go to grad school, I actually landed a job.

I'm doing some work study in the office of admissions and I am (weirdly?) very excited. It's a lot of shredding paper and filing things and yadda yadda yadda shouldn't I feel like I'm above this even though I can't get a job doing anything more complicated blahblahblah. But, you know what, it's a job, so wheeee!

Also, the office of admissions people, from what I've seen of them, are like, crazy-jolly. I don't know what kinds of meds they are on, but I want a bucket. Every morning. When I went in for my interview, it was like visiting Santa's workshop: everything was bright and clean, and everyone was working very diligently, but as soon as they paused their important work to talk to me, they became insane giggle machines who were just super-pleased about EVERYTHING. I love that.

Working in the admissions office would be cool anyway, because of all the secrets they keep, but with the awesome happy people in there too, it will be like a cool job AND and anthropology study. I hope to soon be passing on to you the secrets of leading a happy life. I think it has something to do with shredding documents.