

Today I had an interview
for a job I don’t want.
I’m going to be a telemarketer, guys. For Telstra. The enemy. I hate Telstra. I hate telemarketers. I hate being annoying.
But I love money. And I don’t have any. And I need to book flights for my exchange.
It doesn’t look like I’m getting any scholarships.
Fuck you General Pants. I don’t think that you know what you’ve been missing.