Squeeze

Ah, my carrot juice. I know I'm weird. I'm that one person that goes to Jamba Juice and doesn't buy a smoothie and that one person that goes to Subway and buys a salad. Their carrot juice is pretty good. I don't go often because I feel bad when I see them dragging out a giant tub of carrots, throwing them into the juicer, and trying to squish it with all their might... even more so if they're short and they have to stand on one of those purple stools to reach it.

I always wonder where people have worked in the past. My first job was incredibly embarrassing, so I'll choose not to disclose that information here. Maybe if you ask me in person I'll tell you. You know what though? I realize that it's not good to work for a place you like because chances are you're going to end up hating it. That's why I could never work at Banana or Chipotle. I highly doubt they would hire me anyway; my resume is too nerdy. It's very apparent that I spend all of my time cooped up in labs. They would probably question my ability to 'communicate effectively'.