Worry #1: Do I actually know what I’m doing?
So, it would appear I’m “working” here at this seemingly upscale hotel located in the California desert whose name is synonymous with wild, alcohol-fueled, ink-obsessed tweekers, party hipsters and motorcycle chicks.
I work at a recycling center and just the other day someone threw a dead cat into the cardboard shredder.
The situation is a hot mess.
1. The Childhood Bestie.
I suppose it was a whim, or perhaps a Miley Cyrus-esque attempt to shake my innocence, but for one reason or another, I decided to volunteer at an anime convention as a maid.
Stupid email addresses. Seriously people…
Ryan gets real about the ways your life really changes when you finally land a full-time job that doesn’t make you want to kill yourself.
“It shouldn’t be professionally or socially acceptable — it isn’t right — for people to tell us, over and over, that our vocation is worthless.”
Sure, maybe you waste a little bit of time and gas money if your application ultimately doesn’t pay off, but no one is dying, no one is relapsing back down the heroin rabbit hole, and no one is canceling the second season of House of Cards if you don’t get this job.