I've started a temp job this week helping out at the Emory bookstore during the textbook rush that will accompany the next few weeks. There are at least four people there who previously worked for the soulless corporation known as Borders; and any customers are too preoccupied with concerns about conflicting studying/binge drinking schedules and how best to spend Daddy's money this semester to even bother with being obnoxious or rude. Only three days in, and I've never felt so cheerful doing customer service.

In more important news, I cannot stop playing Super Paper Mario.