tiredI met Carmen in the line up for graduation regailia. I took another picture. Will, you've met Carmen. You should have seen what she was wearing this time. Yikes. The hat! The hair! We talked for a bit and I gave her a ride to where she was going in my pimpin' van. I saw Shane Paris helping people onto a double-decker tour bus on Spring Garden Road. He's our Grad Class president. I've missed all the Grad Week activities because of my new job, so I'm out $60, but I make that back in just seven-and-a-half hours, and that's the training rate.
However, the job is providing me with new determination to make something of myself, outside of the job. I don't want my tombstone to read, "William Matheson, B.A., Remote Keyer." I'm going to impress the shit out of all those English professors. I will frighten them with my skillz, as opposed to my exuberance. I'm discovering that you can't get all that far on exuberance. Time for a new strategy.