The Best of What's Around:

Well my friends, the search is over. By this I mean that I have finally found a job. I should say this, my dad found me a job. He rocks socks! I will be basically the office odd jobs/ currier for Susquehanna Valley Imaging and making an amount per hour that is not too shabby! I know that it may not be the best attitude, but I had half a mind to write a letter to the company that was accessively unprofessional to me:

"Dear Respected Sir,

I would like to thank you for your time in interviewing me and also for giving me the opportunity to work with you. However, I enjoy stable employment and working with people of a higher standard. In response to your comment about MacDonald?s having a job opening, the only quarter pounder you'll see me flipping is my prime rib steak in celebration of my present employment at SVI. By the way, they treat their employees well.... without any gimmicks or deception."

Well, I will never send that letter and I don't hold any bitterness toward the company. But as for this job, I am going to have to work twice as hard because of my relationship to with the boss man. I am prepared to do so. I know that the quality of employees there is very high, so I don't think I have to worry about that a whole lot. I get to start tomorrow, so Dad is bringing me some of the SVI polo shirts so I can be identified by the doctors' offices as a Susquehanna Valley Imagine employee (ooo, I like the right of that).

So this means several things: I will not be selling kitchenware, I will not be cleaning up meat, I will not be a male dancer, and I certainly will not be shaving half my arm and run around the streets in a tu-tu. I will however listen to James Brown's "Get Up Offa That Thing" and proceed to get up off of that thing.