Bob has a job. It isn't a good job. In fact, it is a shitty a job. But, it is a job nonetheless. Assuming the Denison Islamic Student Association doesn't blow up downtown Newark, I start June 7th.
Last time I started a "real" job I lasted six weeks, which didn't help the resume so much, this time I plan on staying at least two months. By the age of thirty, I hope to have at least one year of work experience under my belt. Then again, I could simply let a company suck my soul dry, and strive for a career in corporate middle management.
What does this mean to you? Well, Bob having a job means really only one thing:
The terrorits have won.
Go to Hell