2003-11-30 9:56 a.m.
The Genius in Disguise explains (and loses just a little bit of heart)

Somehow, I got tricked by my sneaky boss into working more overtime this week. Grand total of hours I will work by the time this week is through: 54. Jesus. Thank goodness I quit college so I have the time to pull all these extra hours in that shithole (yes, people, that was sarcasm). Why, you ask, does a Genius in Disguise, such as myself, waste herself at such a thankless, dead end job? Because I refuse to waitress, to become a Daughter of the Daily Special, like the other geniuses who couldn't afford to finish their degrees without starving or going eight months out of the year without electricity. The federal government, who considers me a Family Of One, says I make too much money to need their assistance to pay tuition. Same for the State of New York. I make 16,000 dollars a year. I'm still trying to pay off the 1,700 dollars I owe my local college (which is another wretched place) for the last semester I spent there, which was the Fall of 2002. So I said fuck it. Fuck it all. I'll find my own way. I'll write this book, I'll freelance for the local newspapers, and I'll continue to be a clerk (who, as all know, are enlightened beings, and experts in Anger Management) in a convenience store until I devise a stratagem for escape. Or until the book gets published. Which it will. When it's done. Which will not likely be sometime within the next fucking decade. Because, somehow, I got tricked by my sneaky boss into working more overtime this week.

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