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Mass e-mail from Sako...

Having had the mis/fortune of possessing a bit of a flighty personality, I have always been curious about the lifestyle of a 9-5er. As I’ve seen, the stability of having a ‘career’ job certainly has some perks to it. For one, I would be able to eat meals without the aid of Safeway’s club card Top Ramen special. Maybe I could even move into an apartment with a shower and only use the Beauville as a means of transport. Think of all the benefits.

Yuhri: she's not kidding about that Beauville. Remember that van that she and her boyfriend bought? The child-snatcher? It's the size of a Berkeley commune, and she drives in it, sleeps in it, even bathes in it when she can get away with it. You could flood that thing and have a swimming pool large enough for a Jerry Springer guest. Also, I'd like to point out that she's come over for dinner some nights and I've offered to cook her real food, only to have her opt for the cellophane packaged squares of kim chee ramen she finds in my cupboard. She doesn't eat Top Ramen because she lacks a career. She lacks a career because she eats those Top Ramens. She's pathological.

On the flip side though, having a career job seems to destroy more souls than even Japanese pop music.

My older sister does the ‘career’ thing and she absolutely detests it. She’s been forced into that little area in each of our psyches that use fantasy and hallucinations as a means of dealing with traumatic events. She’s still in that room in her brain and it has become apparent over time that she’s dead bolted herself in.

Yuhri: I deny this categorically. Deny, I say. Deny. I can get out anytime I want. Me and my invisible cat. And this guy who's living with me.

I am revolted by the idea of having to have to trade in my fundamental nature in order to avoid eating another package of instant top ramen. Therefore, I have decided that a career is not for me and that I’d much keep the MSG shakes than become a barbequed purple monkey.

Yuhri: I get no respect.

Anyways, there’s a reason to my rabid rambling…

I’ve just recently taken a job as a seasonal ranger out at Lk ******* in Yosemite NP. I get paid...nothing. It may not be the best of jobs, but I’ll be able to go on Tuolumne search and rescue training and get my wildland firefighting redcard thingy! Although its an hour and a half from the valley and Tuolumne, I’ll have three days off a week....

-sako

Yuhri: If you don't get paid, does it count as a, well, job?