A funny thing happened on my way to the Jewcy forums. I was all, "Dammit, why don't you people comment in there?" Then I had a minor epiphany: all the comment-less forums were asking you guys to share stories about your lives. I thought about this some more: Would I go online and tell a story to essentially no one about my life? No fucking way. Well maybe I would if I was seriously seething about something and needed to vent. But that's a significant maybe.
Regardless, I spent a significant chunk of time jewcing out this forum topic. I included links both clever and obvious. I'm posting it here because I fear my efforts at being witty and all that Goddamn linking I did have just gone unnoticed. Perhaps the jewce wasn't worth the squeeze? At least do me a favor and try my Daft Punk link. Or go above and beyond and reply. Write something, anything–start the conversation, puh-lease! I'm about to reply to it myself. Or maybe I'll call a loyal friend or two first and whine to them until they do it. But I thought I'd try the beloved Jewcy community first.
TOPIC: Does Your Job Make You Want to Throw Things?
It's the first thing you'll compain about when you get home. It's what you try to forget as you drink those last bits of various liquors from your freezer while watching E!. It's what makes you hit the snooze button in the morning. And coming from others, it's what makes you glad you're not them. It's all the WHACKED OUT SHIT that goes on in your office.
I've been hearing a lot lately about various sorts of whacked out shit from a dear friend who just started a new job. They're mostly hipster horror stories (read: involves 26-year-old men with ear gauges and a putrid stench that they themselves create so they can periodically use it to make themselves miserable/sick while discussing said misery/sickness deeply and at length).
I work at Jewcy, which is just fun, smells like bagels, and totally normal. All. The. Time. I don't go home and drink away stress because Jewcy createth it not. My position doesn't encompass what ought to be, like, 12 positions because we're not understaffed at all. Besides, internet companies like ours, which encompass a magazine, the uncorrupted version of My Space, a store, and producer of events/parties, run themselves really. Which is why only seven of us are full-time staffers. But seriously, I'm not DESPERATE FOR AN INTERN or anything weird like that. FOR GOD'S SAKE, no. EXTRA LABOR would suck.
In fact I hardly do anything. I just write about dating from time to time, skype funny things to Craig, who sits three three feet to my right, compulsively click "Refresh" on Gawker and watch Daft Punk /other funny videos on YouTube.
But if you have a high stress job replete with whacked out shit, do vent here.