one day
I gave the high school freshman my phone number so he could brag to his friends and because it reaffirmed that I want to be a journalist when I grow up
I gave the high school freshman my phone number so he could brag to his friends and because it reaffirmed that I want to be a journalist when I grow up
When the polygraph ended, he looked up and smiled at me saying, "I'll give you this: I've been doing this a long time and you are the most nervous person I've ever met."
I knew I'd chosen the right career when I got my first check and my initial reaction was, "What's this for?"
If my writing career doesn't work out, I'll invent a cereal which is composed of only marshmallows.
I think my mid-life crisis has arrived earlier than expected.
As I prepare for work tomorrow I think, "Can I do this for another 20 years?"
I keep telling myself 'the phone is going to ring', but after two months, I can't seem to believe myself anymore when it comes to job interviews.