welcome to the good life.

have you ever heard of an intern who had their own office?
they're kind of like unicorns these days. 
not only do i have an office and get paid here in utopia, i don't even have to get anyone coffee or pick up lunch. 

ladies and gents, i am living the life up here in PARB 256. 

at 5 in the morning after high school graduation, i tied on my apron and headed in to open atlanta bread company. as i was cleaning bathrooms and being burned by the espresso machine, i promised myself i would never, ever work in the service industry or stiff my waitress on a tip ever again. 

so far, both of those promises have been kept.