petco

it's all confirmed now, i have a job.
no unemployment; no ramen; no lounging in torn adidas sweats watching CSI reruns all day (wait, i'm doing that today, nevermind).
so i'll be doing some protein purification and synthesis for a very small outfit out in the hinterlands, working with what seem like some really awesome people. i decided to trade in my hopes of big bucks for a little humanity - i realized you could pay me $100k to push a button all day like a trained monkey, and sure i'd have $$$ to make my car fast and buy unnecessary sneakers for my collection, but 40 hours of every week i'd be soul-less, miserable, depressed, empty, and altogether too female.
plus i realized that if you've got an awesome boy in your life, a cool pad, a phat whip, good family and friends, smarts and an education - christ almighty, you want to be rich too?
methinks if the hamster has everything all at once, he will stop running on the wheel in frantic pursuit of the next acquisition.
and then what's left to do?