A job for Jeremy? (That’s me…)
Oh drat you America… Forcing me to need money to do anything I’d like to do.
*shakes fist*
So I went and picked up some applications today. At places that might actually hire me. I consider this setting my sights low, as any place that would actually hire me, I don’t want to work at.
I walked all over downtown (okay, so not really all over, as much as in circles) and my legs are killing me. I probably should have not worn my Doc Martens. Ugh.
