Today I joined the prestigious ranks of the aging, over-educated delivery drivers. If you have a hankering for a sandwich, and you live in dinky town, just give me a call. Yes it is depressing. Especially since it won't pay enough to cover my bills, let alone pay down my enormous credit card and school loan debt, or even allow me to get my own apartment. It does have the potential to fit into my portfolio career as the semi-stable 15-20 hour per week position. Needless to say, I continue the job search. I still have hopes of finding a summer field position, even though I've been turned down at every consulting firm I know of in the Twin Cities Metro so far. Sometimes I think I made a mistake in going to grad school and other times I think I am just going to have to get my PhD. At least I get a free sandwich at the end of each shift. I hope they are good sandwiches.