It only takes four hours, once a year, along with dozens of pretzels with cheese, cases of soda, hundreds of meat patties and hordes of hot dogs to remind me why I got a college degree. That's right folks, it's alumni burger booth time. Now don't get me wrong, it's a blast, but by the end, my brain is mush and so are my feet. I can't fathom doing it 40 hours a week for $8 an hour.
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Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
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At the risk of you looking at my blog and finding something ridiculous there (which I'm sure there is)...I just had to tell you that I love your blog. =)
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