when i grow up...i wanna have a perpetual hangover

I've been reading Po Bronson's "What Should I Do With My Life?" recently. I actually bought it several months ago, after reading an excerpt in Fast Company. However, it's been sitting in the bookshelf beside my bed since I picked it up. Somehow it seems more okay to read self-help stuff in magazines...there's a little bit of stigma attached (most likely self-imposed) to going to the bookstore, shelling out heard-earned cash to buy the book, and then reading it in its entirety. Reading a self-help book is like an admission that I need professional help beyond what Oprah and Dr. Phil can offer me via the airwaves. (And perhaps I do, but that's a discussion for another day.)

Nonetheless, I decided to dig in this weekend, and am surprisingly enjoying it. It's a collection of true stotries - accounts of 'people who answered the Ultimate Question.' (As quoted from the book jacket.) So far I've read about people who've changed paths, re-evaluated career choices, switched perspectives on their jobs, etc. It's all very inspirational and such, but so far, I'm not getting any answers as to what I should be doing with my life.

Dammit Po! I spent $22.95 on your book (not including taxes)! I want answers! I deserve answers!

On a slightly different note, my intern came in this morning and asked me if it was possible for a hangover to last two days. (!!!)

First of all, I'm totally the wrong person to ask. One Corona and I'm as red as a lobster. I draw the line when too much alcohol interferes with my complexion...gag!

Secondly, could he try any harder to impress me?!?

"Dude, I'm still, like, totally buzzed, and there's, like, a serious ringing in my ears, so I'm just gonna lay my head down on the table for a bit, okay? Wake me if you need me to do, like, something important, okay?"

I debated whether or not to take a more active, tough-love/coaching/mentoring role with him, but have decided that he's beyond my grasp...or patience level. I'm sure someone, somewhere will benefit from employing him in the distant future. For now, I'm simply going to make use of him somewhat by making him my laminating bitch.

Four more days...and counting...