With school out, our sticker heiress (Maddy) is hunkering down for a long summer of lab work and unpaid research assisting a PhD candidate in Columbus. The good news: the lab work and research helps her as an animal science major. The bad news: The two jobs pay less than working the counter at a pizza restaurant (one of her many other jobs at college).
Thanks to sticker sales, Maddy has saved enough money to scrape by without having to sell any organ meat attached to her skeleton.
She’s home this weekend so we can feed her, replenish her toilet paper supply and help with her laundry. Oh, and so she can abuse/love our cats. Shown is Wally, who is up for anything. Want to see him in a tuxedo? We can probably arrange that.
Maddy reports that she is down to the last 150 copies of the current set of stickers. So if you want an engraving of A.J. Roubo to adorn your band saw, laptop or cat, don’t tarry.
You can order a set of three stickers from her etsy store here. Yes, she accepts international orders.
Or, for customers in the United States, you can send a $5 bill and a SASE (self-addressed stamped envelope) to Maddy at:
Stick it to the Man
P.O. Box 3284
Columbus, OH 43210
She’ll put the three current sticker designs in your envelope and mail them back to you. These are nice, 100-percent vinyl weatherproof and cat-proof stickers.
— Christopher Schwarz
I vote, not to torture the kitty with a tux. It’s a cat not a dog. Have a good summer.
“These are nice, 100-percent vinyl weatherproof and CAT-proof stickers.”
Hmmmm… A few weeks ago, Izzy took out one of my charger cords and has made several tunneling attempts into the underside of the sofa (a few of them successful).
She wanted me to tell you, “Challenge accepted.”
Not only does it not pay well, you get all the dirty jobs and working with animals that can be pretty dirty. In college I worked as a security guard for a drug company that had a animal testing lab. One of the jobs that was done on the weekend was to process the monkey poo into a homogenized slurry to make slides to check for parasites. They called them sh*t shakes. Saturday morning, when making my rounds I would come by the poor assistant. You know how wonderful it smells when you make a vanilla shake? (A smell so sweet it will put you in insulin shock.) Well when making a Monkey Poo shake there is also a robust smell however it is not wonderful. He would have to process a week worth of poo for a lot of monkeys. Took the poor guy all day. Can still smell it even though that was 45 years ago.
Good luck to your daughter. And of yeah, DAD is a three letter acronym for Dude Acquiring Debt.
Good Luck