why won't someone pay me to be a hoodlum?

ennui. the ennui has set in. all snuggled up next to you like a dirty hooker, her stink wearing on you three days later. bronzer, sweat, makeup, the chemical smell never quite coming off. that's what ennui is to the basement workplace. once setting in, once sinking it's dirty little hooker teeth in you, it never lets go. always reminding you of who you are, what you've settled for. your bargain basement price.


if you know of a local employment opportunity which is fun and casual, while paying a seemingly decent wage, please, oh please dear god- let me know. free meals are a bonus.