A friend of mine is job-hunting. My mom says, “What kind of job is she looking–that’s it!”
I wait with baited breath for what is obviously the most earth-shattering employment advice ever. She brushes past me, reaches reaches behind my computer monitor and pulls out this:
[Image description: a small plush hamster, an inch or so high, with huge dark eyes. A pair of hands are beside her, holding her up to the camera. She’s covered by a yellow blanket, as if she’s wearing a ghost costume. Her dark brown ears with pink insides are sticking out of holes in the top of the blanket. She’s smiling innocently, as if she’s done nothing wrong.]
That naughty girl.
