Career Day

So, I really don't know what I want to be when I grow up because I get worried that I'll either not have enough time or enough money to do other things depending on which job I choose. I like writing. Any kind of it. Especially when I'm able to exercise my morbid notion of what creativity should be. Basically, the point of this blog is to reiterate a story that my humanities professor told us the other day in class. ... and I don't know what the purpose of that opening part was. Maybe to prove that I've been writing way too many term papers and I felt the subconcious need to open up with some sort of thesis. Yeah. Way to many papers.

I hate writing.

So my professor had this cousin who lived in New York area and he had this job with the city sewer team. Well, during the winter when everything in the sewer system had froze up one of his jobs was to get down in the tunnels (with this huge fire-hose type thing that sprayed out warm water) and melt all the frozen sewage. So if he couldn't unfreeze all the crap he'd have to go back down the next day, but if it did melt enough all this raw sewage and icy crap would rush at him like a tidal wave.

Moral of the story: if you drop out of college don't move to New York.