jean-paul sartre & simone de beauvoir
…really beautiful love.

i don't care for fancy things
or to take part in the freshest wave,
i don't mean to seem like i
care about material things,
like a social status
-animal collective
jean-paul sartre & simone de beauvoir
…really beautiful love.
Craft Beer Sales Representative
Description:
Craft Beer Guild Distributing of North Branford, Connecticut is growing our sales team. We are looking for craft beer enthusiast to run a sales route for our expanding account base. This person will ensure the successful sale and distribution of all Craft Beer Guild Distributing products throughout the Connecticut territory. This individual will also be responsible for developing new business at current no-buy accounts.
ESSENTIAL JOB REQUIREMENTS:
¿ Bachelor’s degree with an emphasis in marketing, sales and management
¿ Excellent oral and written communications skills
¿ Valid driver’s license and use of own car each day
¿ Ability and willingness to work independently
Craft Beer Guild Distributing offers an incredible opportunity to work for an industry leader!
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(just don’t drink and drive)
now i’m usually pretty chill, but the one thing that still psyches me out every single time is a vaccination. thankfully, i only got four of them today.
i’m no good at shots, but at least i don’t bite strangers in defense anymore, which i think is an improvement. nowadays, at least i try to look at a wall as to not get so queasy.
what i mean by saying shots still psyche me out is that i kept dramatizing the situation in my head, thinking about nurses playing games of darts with me as the bullseye, and the darts replaced with the whole gamut of giant needle vaccines: 10 points for a flu shot, 25 for hep a, 50 for a typhoid, and 100 points for a straight shot tetanus because they hurt like hell for days.
and the worst thing is when the young nurse messes up a little with the shot and says, “uh oh. looks like we hit a sensitive spot, didn’t we?” voice in my head says, “KDFLSDJFLSDKJF..! what does that MEAN sensitive spot?! why the hell is it bleeding so much?!”
the other thing i mean is that after the consultation at yale health, i just really had a craving for a saf-t-pop. i mean, c’mon, i thought that was standard procedure. and what happened to a dunk into the little toy chest? now, seriously!
speaking of hurt, you know what else is hurting? my wallet. well, not quite. at first, i didn’t mind paying for the hefty bill i ran up, until i called my dad (because i needed moral support after the harrowing incident), and he told me that once again, i’d been ripped off. that just goes to show that it doesn’t matter what it is, it could be underwear or fruit or absolutely-necessary-health-procedures-like-vaccinations, and i’d still be blamed for getting ripped off.
the other advice (well, hardly advice) that my dad gave my pitiable post-shot self was that i shouldn’t have gotten those shots because now i’m just going to get all sorts of fevers and headaches and sores in the next few days because of inactive viruses consorting and running amok.
at the very least, four vaccinations has now become an excuse to do anything i want and guilt others to treating me nicely. ”you had a midterm exam today? oh that’s too bad. i had four - count ‘em - FOUR vaccinations. which is worse, hm? that’s right, that’s right.”
http://markturin.commons.yale.edu/
^ this man came to talk to our reach out group today. i have right now written in my notebook the word “BRILLIANT” in all caps under his name.
i was blown away by his perceptiveness, vast knowledge, and eloquence as a researcher of the himalayan region, his fluent nepali, and especially his deadpan british wit. he was so inspiring, i couldn’t help but imagine myself too in nepal, smitten with the nepali culture as he had been, trying my hand at nepali with locals… his hilarious stories about nepali mothers and the 12 babies they wanted to entrust you with and nepalis who wanted to breach the unspoken urinal laws of men and the horrendously un-photogenic tendencies of villagers… his advice about men talking only to men and you triangulating the conversation… his provocative insistence of nepal as a poor, landlocked country turned technological and political leapfrog, turned emerging land of nuance and sophistication. i loved also his strong faith in the power of languages and cross-cultural communication. i do believe now that this is why i love the french language so much, because i’ve been able to open up an entire population to me with what i have learned. i am really inspired to try and pick up some key phrases in nepali, too. he put a life in nepal that i hadn’t seen before.
Whose turn is it? It’s Mitt’s turn!
here is a goal of mine this semester:
i would like to follow the news more rigorously than i had previously.
highs:
lows: