I recently took the Sigma Chi sticker off the back of my car. I'm looking at my car right now. I wonder if it's sad, or mad at me. A piece of its identity torn away at the hands of a razor blade. Suck it up, car! That's what I say. College is over and it's time I started pretending that I'm a mature adult with a stickerless back windshield, or almost stickerless.



I had an interview yesterday at a law firm, Battle Fleenor Green Winn and Clemmer. Do you think they pulled straws and Clemmer came out on the raw end of the deal? I do. When I arrived the receptionist warmly offered me a beverage: water, soft drink, or coffee, and buzzed Mr. Winn's office to tell him, "Mr. Davis is here." She called me Mr. Davis, that's weird. She even validated my parking before I had a chance to ask. Whew, now this is the royal treatment. A bit too royal if you asked me. I'm keeping my eye on you lady, Leslie, if I remember correctly. I think they wanted to hire me. Basically, I told them my resume spoke for itself and I'd expect to have "Davis" added between Fleenor and Green's names within two years. They said that should be fine.

In other news, I should know something about a job at BSC early next week. I'll probably use one job offer against the other in order to attract an extremely lucrative deal. We're talking five digits here people, and not the higher end of five digits, more like the lower end. The kind of income that allows you to live on the teatering brink of financial independence from your parents. Now that's good money.