Overemployment

 I want to set the record straight: I do not have hoes in multiple area codes.

I guess I have a thing for macro.

So I kind of have four jobs. I work for my housemates, Danica and Arvin, as a barista at their coffee shop and a clerk in their bookstore. I also work for the Resort as a minigolf and climbing wall attendant, and as a zip-line tour guide. My superviser, Zack, who is in the middle of making the schedule for the summer (and so must fit my two sets of resort shifts around my other shifts), passed by the coffee shop while I was out front, sprawled across a bench and talking on my phone. I waved as he passed, but he only smirked and shook his head: "Get a job!"

I had an idea for a tattoo last night (deep breath, Mom and Dad, I said "idea"; just an idea). A bike chainwheel with a crank pointed straight down with a lotus flower in the middle of the chainwheel. The Pali word for "impermanence" in Burmese script (no Pali script exists) inscribed on the crank, "suffering" along the teeth, and "non-self" in the lotus. Those 3 ideas go together and are represented by the leverage of the crank and the contrast between the abrasive metal teeth and the soft, colorful petals. The bicycle parts symbolize my connection to cycling as part of a pure and mindful lifestyle. The lotus is an ancient Buddhist symbol representing peace and enlightenment... so, you know, it's, like, cool...
Whatever. Chicks dig tattoos.