I Am A Telemarketer

Summer jobs are like looking for the corn left behind in shit. It's not much, but it's something, even if you have to fade through it all.

That is my status right now as a telemarketer. I'm working for Xentel, which sounds like an evil corporation. I'm trying to finish Catch-22, too.

I bought a three-piece wool suit, but I fear that it may have been gaudy. The colour's off. It's not nice, but whattayagonnado?

Anyway, that's all. Goodbye.