bounces in happiness
So, at work today (Working at a fast food joint), I’m talking to one of my cowerkers about how this is likely the type of job I’ll end up with, as I’d like to go into writing, therefore, will be very broke my entire life.
Then I got home, checked my email, and found out that a freelance essay I’d submitted to a newspaper is going to be published. For money! Fifty buckaroos for just under five hundred words.
It’s a start, right?
(also, I apologize for starting two ‘me’-centric threads so rapidly, but, hey, I think it’s worthy.)