one year ago i wrote a letter:

goodbye summer. i cant hang out with you anymore. its not allowed. i have to be grown up now and work and make money and shit like that. sorry.

job? yes summer i have a job now. if you wanna be so picky about it, it involves used cars and selling them. no, it doesnt pay well and no, i dont care.

yes, i know that you are the fucking shit summer. ive already blogged about that, a whole bunch of times. the only real cure for the aches of the world could only be a few months of you, summer. so many times that the old folks that dont get to hang out with you in june july and august anymore.

to be honest with you, i dont even know what im doing selling cars. ive never done it before, but after i turned in my application, sid's preowned vehickles called me back and said i was hired without so much as an interview or a care in the world. it was kinda weird, but i took it anyway.

i just need some energetic people who really wanna turn it up on sales, sid said. at the staff meeting he and the other managers were jumping up and down and being really silly in the hopes of looking like those energetic salesfolks. they didnt pull it off.

sid called the company goals 'non negotiables.' maybe its me, but that doesnt sound very positive and energetic and shit like that, but hey, ive been working here for two days and theres no way in hell im rocking the boat already. the discount is too damn good.

the job itself shouldnt be that hard though. i would imagine that its a lot like selling jeans or ice cream at the mall. get in the customers face as much as possible and ask open ended questions. at least thats the impression i got from orientation. i guess we'll find out.

so, again, im sorry summer. i have to put in a lot of hours in the next few weeks, so that means we're pretty much over.

goodbye.