We went to the casino last night to play poker, and are headed back there momentarily. It still sort of amazes me how much I enjoy playing poker, despite the fact that I've spent several thousand hours doing so. It's just such a mental joust that it keeps me interested for longer than my usual five minute limit.
I heard back about my job yesterday. Things look good for me to get hired, but I'm super-bummed about the salary. The annual salary is around 20-30% less than they actually told me, which I'm having a REALLY hard time digesting. It went from a good paying job to probably less than I'm actually worth. It's an arrogant statement, but I paid more for a Wesleyan education for a reason, right? Kurt, one of my friend's fathers, once said something that is very true. He said that everybody is underpaid after six months. That makes me extremely hesitant to start off being underpaid, because in six months I would just be getting straight fucked. We'll see, I have a couple of days to think it over before they call me back to set up another interview.
Blog readership is down since school let out. I need to lure Chelsea's Internet friends over here somehow...
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I am here to write a comment. That was it.
We mustn't let these blogs die a slow, lonely death! They must be revived!
So begins the convalescence..
Is it fair to say that poker is your number one love in life? When/will that ever change?
That would be fair to say. I will always love poker, but I simply don't have anything else to do right now, so it gets the #1 spot by default.
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