Grad school is expensive - crazy expensive. And couldn't just be a sane person and take a full course load. No, I had to take a full course load plus an extra class. So while my work load isn't going to leave time for much of anything, I desperately need to find a full time job in order to compensate for the fact the the disgustingly large student loan I took out has been almost completely been eaten up by tuition. I figure I can swing two months of my ridiculous rent before me and fatty are out on the street.
I am trying not to freak out to badly about this. I will figure it out, as my father says, 'because I always do'.
In the mean time, he has suggested some rather suspect income producing ventures:
1. Drug trial participant (I should, of course, use my skills at persuasion to get into the placebo group)
2. Vocal entertainer ( i.e. PHONE SEX, people. My father got his inspiration from Anne Hathaway in 'Valentine's Day'.)
3. Egg Donor. (Because the world really needs random Lyndsey strays running around.)
While I hope he was kidding, I think it is fair to note that all options have serious physical and/or mental repercussions and I've got to hope I am not going to ever be that hard up.
At least he didn't suggest I take up pole dancing...
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