My miserable, penniless, useless, homeless, unemployed summer has come to an abrupt and shocking end. I got a strange and unreal-sounding lead last week. After a 12-hour freakout of hesitation, I responded. And, less than a week later, I got the call. When can you come? Sunday? Start Monday? Great. Get to New Orleans. Send the receipts.
Interview? What interview? Job description? Que?
So, I'm off. To where exactly, I don't know. For who, precisely, I don't know. For how long? No idea. Doing what? Something vague about Section 106 and FEMA.
New fucking Orleans? Monday? Are you kidding me? No, seriously.
1 comment:
WOW! Adrian that's fan f'n tastically amazing. PLEASE let us know what's what when you find which end is up. And, yes, we'll come be your army of extra hands when necessary.
Godspeed!!
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