It's all about the Pentiums

I have a job now. It's only 6 hours a month until Summer, when it becomes full-time until the Fall.

I have a desk. With, indeed, a dumb little placard.

The guy next to me has more books on Java than have been published this year. He claims to have read them all.

During the semester I'll still need to look for jobs that aid us in getting through (mostly I'll be stuffing envelopes*)

I think I work at something like "Humid Packers," or something. Except that it's all dry and cold.

And there's a gold computer case on my way in to work.

*My apologies** for my hand in the following:

Japan's mass mailings of Dish Network CDs.
Little envelopes with Tom Hanks' ear** in, descending on parts of Texas.
"Sports" magazines to West Palm Springs (although you get a free energy bar, so it's not all bad.)

**I do not apologize for mailings to other companies or subsidiaries of companies. You pretty much have to suck it up. Or sue.