the ultimate bromancer and possible puppy hawker?

My resume should be featured under the "Symptoms" section of bi-polar disorder in the latest edition of the DSM. But I figure I need money and I like hanging out with rad, little puppies- so it's kind of perfect, no?

Before you answer, let me tell you how this opportunity presented itself...

I was walking around yesterday, feeling "eh." Usually when I feel "eh" a few things cheer me up: sex, buying something I really want but don't need, or high fiving puppies at Le Petite Puppy on Christopher Street. Sex was out of the question, my girlfriend was working under major deadline. Buying something I really want, but don't need sounded good, but alas NO CASH! So, onto the puppy store it was. I usually roll on by once a week, play with a fun dog, talk to it about doggy pizza and beer, and think about a life (with a dog of my own) filled with human pizza/beer, puppy pizza/beer and T.V. Ah, bro and dog. So sweet. But, yesterday when I went in, before I said anything, the owner flat out asked, "When are you going to come and work for me?" Stoked and shocked, I said I'd have to think about it. He gave me his cell phone number and told me to call him at the end of the week to let him know what I decided.

I think I might try it out.