Em's Flingo on working. (Which she writes in order to avoid working-- ironic!)
I'm a realist. I know I'll never have a super-awesome-high-paying job with a company car and a corner office. I'm a cinema studies/psychology double-major. With my luck, I'll live just above the poverty line.
For years I justified my decision to major in two useless (but stimulating!) subjects, claiming that a job as an engineer or a computer programmer would be "too boring." I would never be able to pull myself out of bed to attend meetings with Powerpoint presentations, and a six-figure salary could not possibly offset the pain and misery of life behind a cubicle.
I was wrong, guys. Why? Because there is something that can offset the pain and misery of a computer programmer's life. It's called free food.
WHY, GOOGLE, WHY?!?
WHY do you torture me with high-resolution photos of your healthy dishes...
And why, Google, do your highly-paid employees get to devour these delicious choices free of charge?!? Aren't cinema majors people too? Don't we need cheese? Don't we need made-to-order omelettes?
Apparently we don't. We don't work for Google. And suddenly, I'm regretting my major choice a little more than I used to.
I'm a realist. I know I'll never have a super-awesome-high-paying job with a company car and a corner office. I'm a cinema studies/psychology double-major. With my luck, I'll live just above the poverty line.
For years I justified my decision to major in two useless (but stimulating!) subjects, claiming that a job as an engineer or a computer programmer would be "too boring." I would never be able to pull myself out of bed to attend meetings with Powerpoint presentations, and a six-figure salary could not possibly offset the pain and misery of life behind a cubicle.
I was wrong, guys. Why? Because there is something that can offset the pain and misery of a computer programmer's life. It's called free food.
WHY, GOOGLE, WHY?!?
WHY do you torture me with high-resolution photos of your healthy dishes...
.... your gourmet cheese plates...
...and your made-to-order omelettes?!?
...and your made-to-order omelettes?!?
And why, Google, do your highly-paid employees get to devour these delicious choices free of charge?!? Aren't cinema majors people too? Don't we need cheese? Don't we need made-to-order omelettes? Apparently we don't. We don't work for Google. And suddenly, I'm regretting my major choice a little more than I used to.
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