Ahh... for a job!

Went to the IEEE-Motorola seminar in the afternoon and the cocktail of coke and root beer (I thought I was refilling with coke, but it turned out to be an awful concoction which smelled like medicine) got me thinking: Someone once wisecracked that a person comes closest to his concept of God when he writes his resume. If people could see their own resumes from the eyes of someone else, I'm sure it would impress the crap out of half of them, and make the other half snort in disgust. I wonder if the HRs joke about the resumes they get everyday and boast about who got the most amount of bullshit that day..



And now that Jimmy is a Graduate Assistant and he no longer has to clock-in and clock-out at TBLR (meaning that he can no longer escape after 20 hours a week), here's a cartoon to cheer him up.