The Slapped Face
Bollocks.
Remember this post? Of course you don't, because none of you read TSTF back then. Well, here's the story. In December, my nineteen (now twenty) year old brother left for Wyoming to learn how to be a mechanic. In June, I graduated from [Generic University] with a B.S. in History and a minor in Naval Science.
Today my brother, Twitley, not his real name, got hired by a mining company in Montana. He's not even old enough to buy alcohol, and there are companies seeking him, and he's going to be making in excess of twenty-one dollars an hour, to start.
I have five years of college, activities and references up the wazoo, and I've got nothing.
Bollocks.
Remember this post? Of course you don't, because none of you read TSTF back then. Well, here's the story. In December, my nineteen (now twenty) year old brother left for Wyoming to learn how to be a mechanic. In June, I graduated from [Generic University] with a B.S. in History and a minor in Naval Science.
Today my brother, Twitley, not his real name, got hired by a mining company in Montana. He's not even old enough to buy alcohol, and there are companies seeking him, and he's going to be making in excess of twenty-one dollars an hour, to start.
I have five years of college, activities and references up the wazoo, and I've got nothing.
Bollocks.
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