AMC really did me a huge favor airing The Pitch right after Mad Men, because up until I sat through part of a Pitch episode about making some sort of junkyard commercial, I really thought I wanted to be Peggy Olson.
I hate to bash other people’s career choices, but I can’t think of a more creatively unfulfilling job than something like this:
I think I’d rather write the nutritional labels on dog food bags.
Just watch this video:
My coworker Roy sends me this every time I instant message him on gchat at work like, “WTF. Why do I have to, like, WORK to make money? It’s nice outside; I want to go ride my bike! And get paid!!! Plus, what the FUCK, I have to take the elevator all the way to the tenth floor to get hummus? What kind of fucking autocracy is the food delivery guy running here??? ALSO, I totally stained my bed sheets with my period blood last night, which is fucking annoying and gross!!!” (I would never IM him that last thing but it’s the real reason why I’m in a bad mood this morning. Or, I was, and then I watched a chimpanzee riding on a segway.)
I wrote a piece about homebrewing kombucha. Question: How do I use this to get GT to send me a bottle of free kombucha every day for the next hundred years?
And that’s how I learned what a mushroom tip was. Thanks, Alexis!
going to bars
EDIT – MAY 24
Nate is all like, “You love going to bars! You’re a liar!” This is true. But I really believed I hated all bars everywhere at the time! I just don’t know, you guys.