I was pretty sure that I’d written about this, but I can’t seem to find it on the site anywhere. Maybe I just read about it and then stuffed it in the “Hmm… that’s neat” compartment of my brain. Anyway, in 2003 this guy named Doug Bruce turned up in a New York subway with no idea who he was or what he was doing. He eventually went to the police, who then turned him over to the nuthouse where they gave him a wrist tag that read, “Unknown White Male.”
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Yesterday I woke up feeling a little under the weather, and by noon I was pretty sure I was going to die. This didn’t stop me from applying for more jobs though. Nothing can stop me in my quest to have as many jobs as possible this year (it makes me feel better to say it’s a “quest”).

edit:: The President is in Cincinnati. Traffic is really bad.
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I’m not really sure what’s wrong with me that I change jobs more often than socks, but it seems an inescapable cycle that I’ve tumbled into. At the beginning of the week I emailed the Russian lady from the residence hall desk staff job a multitude of times and have since received no response. Maybe some sort of intuition told her that I’d probably have another job by the end of the month. But at the time of the training I had every intention of really keeping that job, so I don’t know what the deal is. Anyway, I now have several new job leads; it’s sort of like fishing, but with about 37 different poles all at the same time. It’s tough deal, but practice makes perfect. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to have more practice at staying in a job than simply in getting new ones, but what do I know.
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It’s Valentines Day, and instead of writing about my futile attempts at getting dates, I figured I’d tell the story of somebody else’s Valentine’s Day adventures.

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In keeping with the Andrew tradition of never holding a job for more than a month, I quit my job and got a new one this week. It’s a good feeling to know that I don’t have to get up at seven on Saturday and then spend ten hours scrubbing paint dribbles off of woodwork. Though, I’m already a little concerned about my new job.
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