How the world works...or doesn't work, to be more accurate.

Let's imagine you've hired two temps from a local agency.
One of them is young and cute, but does sloppy work. Instead of finding something to do, like clean up, when the project runs out, she plays games on the computer and complains how boring the job is. She answers the phone unprofessionally and wastes time doing things that don't need done. More than likely, working isn't a necessity to pay rent or buy food.
The other temp is faster, neater, and more professional in all aspects, but has an unfortunate haircut that looks something like June Cleaver took 50,000 volts from an electrical socket.
Who do you ask to work for you Saturday?

On an unrelated note, I have the weekend off.
Fucking a.

the end of things

THINGS!! THINGS I SAY! AND ENDS OF THEM!
So it's finally the end of what has to have been the longest and most grueling school year ever. I'm currently celebrating by having myself some beer, which may account for the crappy writing style. Yeah, that's it. After spending 2+ hours watching people with various degrees of talent, most of them disturbingly better than mine, present pretentious flash projects in my digital arts final, I damn well deserve a beer or two. Or a bottle of hard alcohol. Something like that.

If things go right, only two more years of this crap.
GO ME!

i'm drinking Aquafina water...

I used to think the world of fantasy was safe from commercialism, but while reading today I was greeted with the unfortunate reality that authors, too, sell out. Not once, but twice, the book used a specific product name where a generic "computer" or "mp3 player" would have sufficed. It wasn't a passing reference, or something required to develop the character, it was blatant advertising of a product.

I think I was going somewhere with this, but I've got other things to do....