Title of Bloodhound Gang’s epic song about birthdays.
Ain’t my job/to fuck you on your birthday
The radio edit of that one is a completely different song
It’s like Cee-Lo several years ahead of schedule…..
So, yeah, this is the end, and tomorrow is my birthday.
When I decided to do this this Summer, I was kind of floundering around, looking for something halfway interesting to do, pass the time until this horrible experience is over.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that this has been a horrible experience.
Not only has my health been troublesome, I’m amazingly underpaid, and in a position suited for someone with far fewer qualifications.
At the same time, I’ve been able over the past few months, to get a better handle on what I should be looking for.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve gotten bad advice. But that’s over, now.
And so is being thirty-five.