Listening to: “Sons and Daughters” – The Decemberists
So I was browsing the Writing Gigs section of dear ol’ Craigslist, and I came across this gem:
Ah, the lot of a writer. We are but lowly creatures, who will take any work, even if there’s no pay and our boss is some random twatbag who happens to have broadband. On the North Shore, no less. I wonder if he’ll let me telecommute?