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21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12)"

I feel like I was on a very, very long lunch break, but I took a shit and it cleared mind.

Job #3: YoguLand Shift 2 (2:00 PM)

“Do you have anymore hot fudge?” Someone was asking me a question, but I wasn’t paying attention. I am thinking about my life and how I feel like I need some sort of change. Maybe I should venture out from Michelle Branch. I need some new kind of music to inspire me. Hmmmm…..what could it be? “Hello! Are you listening to me?” the person continues talking to me, but I was distracted weighing pieces of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Who could be my new musical inspiration?

Job #4: Hot Dogs (4:30 PM)

Hot Dogs was pretty close to being the worst of jobs, but they paid well for me to stand on the side of the road in a Chihuahua costume holding a hot dog and waving. They claimed that this helped get them business for dinner, because they believed that people don’t often think of hot dogs as a dinner food….they apparently had done a study that claimed people associated hot dogs more as a lunch food. I honestly could care less as long as I got paid and no one recognized me.

Job #4: Men R Us (6:30 PM)

This was by far my favorite job because I got to work from home on my webcam. Basically, all I had to do was put on an adult diaper and talk to men and women across the globe pretend to be a baby at times and be “naughty.” It’s not as awkward and uncomfortable as it sounds. I get to work my own hours at Men R Us….O-M-G…my new musical inspiration just came to me…Justin Bieber. That’s it! I need to step up my game, especially after my break up with Terry. I’m about to find my inner playa.

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