Wednesday, January 14, 2004 The jaws of victory
Crack open the bubbly and sound the tin horn, because I am totally getting paid to poop!
Provided I have no subclinical infections or other problems that might show up in blood work. I'm healthy as a wildebeest, though, so I'm not too worried. Still, I don't want to jinx it.
The former mate and I went up to get screened to be alternates...and it turned out that somehow, two spaces had opened up in the study. We questioned A., the secret boss of the study, and it turns out that Phil is merely a figurehead. A. has all the power, and she likes us.
Rather, she likes our friends who have already, er, passed through, so to speak. They are friendly and dependable people, and they don't lie when they say they are drug free. This knocked A.'s socks off, and so we have an in.
The bad news:
Dude.
Dysentary.
posted by Frenz | 1/14/2004 05:59:00 PM
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