Many people have to WORK at adulthood.

Other people seem to NEVER even try to get there.

Some people though, are strolling along...free and easy, in some young adult limbo that magazines like to call the "boomarang generation"

When WHAM! Adulthood runs up and mugs them from behind.

And before you know it you're filling out W-9's and doing your own taxes, and renting your own farmland, and learning, for the first time, what the CC on the email really means.


Yup, I got done with college (for the most part) and got an ADULT JOB.

I'm talking a job where my coworkers ALL have kids/divorces/husbands/boyfriends and enough know how to tell me that while it is funny to snicker at 'Sexauer' every time someone answers the phone, 'Sex Hour' dosen't really work.

They tell me it's more like Sex 20 mins.  I've jotted this down in my notebook for future reference. "Sex-Only-Takes-20-Mins" I wrote. Right under "Proper adjustment is required" and "Insert tab A into Slot B"


What's amazing is how the job just fell on top of me, like a tree. A tree that you don't expect to fall on you.  One day, man comes into Gas Station Job, asks if I want an interview, tells me what time to come into interview, AND BAM!

One bad impersonation of the chinese lady that ran the coffee shop I worked at, and I was hired to extort money from Locksmiths and Chimmney Sweeps.

I basically get paid to leave voice mail all day long, with as MANY TOYS AS I WANT SITTING THERE AT MY DESK.

And as I sat there, at MY DESK, with my Kingdom Come Superman to the left of my screen, and my Darth Vader statue to the right.

In my Batman t-shirt, adjusting the Movierverse Ravage I had perched ontop of my monitor.

Finding just the right retro Marvel UK TF cover for my screensaver

I realized. I AM AN ADULT!





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living in my parents basement