Things I don't miss about my old job: Little prickish trust fund babies running around like they're in the god damn land of Honah Lee or some shit.*
It's not summer camp.
It's not your mom's house.
It's school.
Assholes.
* My gf called. I used to work with her at the small liberal arts college where she still is. To date, there have been 16 alcohol transports, thousands of dollars in property damage, and 16 pulled fire alarms. This is a campus of less than 1,000 students. Just recently, several administrator's cars were egged, keyed, and stomped on.
