There is no better cure for a swollen ego than dragging oneself down the long hallway of closing doors that has come to be known as the JOB SEARCH. I’d say it comes in a close third on the humiliation scale, right after Boot Camp and pledging a fraternity.

The $50 every two weeks that I get for this column certainly won’t pay the bills. And while bartending does, it is rapidly corroding my tolerance for the human species. Therefore, I say, let the hazing begin!

Of course, the first step is tuning up the ol’ r


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