The Penguin

Holy crap, how much can go wrong in a month? Answer: pretty much everything. Thankfully it's starting to die down. I've had two jobs for a few months now, and if you can recall from your multijob days, it sucks. I'm working days at Lansing Community College for the first part of the week, and Midtown Brewing Company nights at the end of the week. The MBC job is the killer here. I'm slaving away back in the Dish Tank. Compared to some places it's probably heaven, and I'm so lucky to be working there, it could be a lot worse blah blah blah, but whatever initial enthusiasm I had has completely drained away, replaced with a black hole of misery. I don't mesh with the staff, who could be politely described as "made for the job"; the hours - 5pm to Ass O'clock in the morning - make me feel like a thumb-bone in an angle-grinder; and in general I feel like I'm spinning my wheels. My buddy Joe recently asked me, "Have the words "overqu