Career Change

I used to think I wanted to be a librarian. That is until I went in to my local waxing spot for a lil touch up (really, it was just a stray hair...or two...ahem). Anyhoo...! After less than 6 (very tense) minutes of being slathered and smeared in hot wax then ruthlessly having skin and hair ripped off by an indifferent and bored teenager (who spoke not a single word during the entire torture session), I walked outta there with sweat rings under my armpits, pupils dilated, my BP topping the charts, and a swollen, inflamed, hairless face. For all practical purposes, I'd been mauled by a disinterested grizzly bear. And you know the amazing thing about this whole eerie experience??? I actually tipped the girl, who just nodded her thanks since she was busy texting (which I had rudely interuppted by walking into the store). Now who wouldn't want to be a waxing dominatrix when they grow up?!? Getting to take out all your passive-aggressive frustrations on the poor fools who come in there and ASK for it-AND throw money at you!-has gotta be the most stress free and rewarding occupation out there. Sign me up...